Rejection, Failure... My life continues.

So, lately a few good things have happened to me:

1) I passed my driving theory (thank you, Pearson Vue and your distinctly odorous Portsmouth offices)

2) I learned that I would not incur charges on my overdraft unless I was still in it in November (Thank you, Halifax and your double-sent letters).

3) I got out of my overdraft (Thank you, Dole... I think).

4) My father sent me details of this awesome volunteering post that has become available in the centre of the universe (= thank you, immediate paternal ancestor).

5) I got a nice macro of a Conopid fly (Physocephala rufipes) in the garden, having never even seen a live conopid before (Conopids: bizarre nectar-feeding flies which seem to be related to hoverflies, with elongated antennae and larvae which are endoparasites of various bees, wasps etc): here is a quick and half-hearted edit of it especially for you:

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5) The evil monstrous hearless nice bitch cow devil-woman lady at the pit of despair job centre was not horrible the second time I saw her.


Unfortunately, the bad things keep happening:

1) I remain utterly unemployed.

2) I am only out of my overdraft because I am on the dole, which is increasinly making me want to die.

3) For some obscure reason, the government thinks I would make a good juror. I thought this was a good (or at least interesting)  thing until I realised that a) it means that I cannot apply for anything overseas because I would then have to return halfway through and irk my employer right out of their socks and b) if any of the stuff I have applied for overseas says yes (unlikely, I admit) I'll have to explain that I now can't, unless they feel like postponing my start date.

4) Two jobs that I had applied for which were local and unambitious (so I thought I had a good chance) have turned me down.

5) I have to see the dragon lady on 9.11 (American style date to make the point that although I am in the UK, I have an appointment with a monster lady on the eleventh anniversary of an event that makes me feel petty for being miserable).

6) I do not handle rejection well and as a direct result of having two rejections in one "send and receive", I am having to drink copious amounts of tea to remain even remotely functional.

7) My best friend has buggered of to Bath to do some singing for a week. Which means that my life is in dire need of comic relief.



I want to have some sudden inspiration as to how to see these things in a positive light... but currently I lack any inspiration and require more tea. 


I'm going to watch Kiwi! on youtube in order to feel more tragic... is this logical?


And then I'm going to daydream about being Australian.

Smivel