After 12 months of applying for jobs and, essentially, failing and getting to the stage where I would do just about ANYTHING for money (up to and including selling my entire body or selected pieces of it), I decided this morning to start writing a blog describing my pathetic efforts to find work and raise cash in 2010 Britain. Although - and lets be honest here - the blog was more an attempt to do something marginally more constructive with all my free time than playing games and masturbating.
So .. on the very afternoon after I posted my first, er, post, I get a phone call from a company (the one who offered me 2 interviews before turning me down) saying that they now had an opening for someone just like me (i.e. desperate) and could I nip in next Monday to discuss it? It was, as near as not, a job offer.
Delighted at the thought of getting work, although of course it is a job I will HATE working for a company I DESPISE (ever wondered why this blog is anonymous?) but ... money is money is money, and if that means selling my soul and ensuring that all that will ever await me is ETERNAL DAMNATION .. then so be it. Never let it be said that I let small things like morality or ethics come in the way of earning a living.
So .. this blog may have to transform into something else. Like the story of a man selling his soul to corporate Britain for a pittance and lying awake at night wracked by guilt.
We shall see.