So last night I applied to do a Graduate Law Diploma - working it out I can just about afford it. I haven't completed the process and I've missed the initial deadline for applications so I'll only get a place (if they even want me) if there are spaces going. Still I feel good. Less like I'm going to wake up in five years having not moved from this ( Read more... )

Been a while... Not done much. Looking for work. Slowly losing my mind. Same old. Same old.

I think everyone at work thinks I'm going to be there for a while - is there a tactful way to say I'm going to be out of there as soon as I reasonably can. HR lady is talking about what's going to happen when she gets back in January. The HOLS (how good is ( Read more... )

I don't know what I've been doing. Seriously, the last two and a half months? Total blank. Couldn't tell you ( Read more... )

I knew there was a reason I'd avoided this nine-to-five malarky up until now. I went to an employment agency on Tuesday (day before yesterday) and next thing I know I have a job - I didn't mean to. Anyway, I feel wrecked (which I'm informed is a consequence of hard work) and I'm going to the pub to get more wrecked... why stop now? Or possibly to ( Read more... )

If the summer is really finished, why do I still need a fan on in my room?

Also, why are thin pieces of chocolate never as satisfying as proper chunks?

And why are all the interesting media jobs in London? (I know the answer to that one)

Best. Summer. Ever. Also over. Reality beckons.