Nobody Gets Out Alive

Feb 15, 2006 18:53

Yesterday was, as you may have surmised from reading in between the lines of my last entry, not a good day. I went to the JobCentre to have a meeting with my New Deal Advisor, which struck me as being instantly odd, as I'm not on that accursed scheme any more. She pushed and pushed at me to take so many awful job applications that I actually ( Read more... )

mum, jobcentre, jazz, depression, work, eels, oh god it's that cunt faisal

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baron_scarpia February 15 2006, 19:18:27 UTC
I haven't really got anything constructive to say except, as always, to express sympathy. You certainly deserve better than you got at the bloody Job Centre.

The thought that you really would rather be dead than alive is an awful one, but I'm glad to hear that suicide isn't an option.

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parma_violets February 15 2006, 20:27:35 UTC
I don't think I'll ever get a job that satisfies mum and the JobCentre. I'm trying to save up enough for me to go off benefits and still survive.

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parma_violets February 16 2006, 18:27:20 UTC
We're both broke, aren't we? We'll have to make our own plane. Again.

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parma_violets February 18 2006, 09:09:52 UTC
Our plane would be amazing. I'd put about twelve engines on it, because they look cool, and the in-flight movie would be Baal.

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