My plan is to spam the NHS with job applications for administrative posts.

That way, I'm guessing the inevitable rejections won't sting so bad, because there'll be other things in the works that might come through later even if that particular one didn't stick for whatever reason. I can just keep telling myself that and hope like Hell I get an interview for something sometime soon. Someone's got to want me. I really really really want to work, that has to count for something, doesn't it?

Come on, NHS. I was nearly a qualified nurse, and here I am offering to deal with your paperwork from a position of experience and knowing what the shit you guys are talking about and all this stuff is actually USEFUL for. Let me deal with it, please. I want to help. I want to come and work for you! Please shortlist me, please. I'm a nice person. I want a job!

I went to the bookstore today and all I could think (apart from 'I feel really sick, oh the yay') was damn, I want a proper job. Yesterday.

(And boy, the atmosphere at that shop sucks when Monika isn't there.)

At least I'm doing something with my time, but I want to be doing more. I'm tired of feeling like a freak of nature in the world of the Gainfully Employed every time I go out in public.

Also, with any luck the Norse Saga that is my attempt to claim Housing Benefit is coming to some kind of a conclusion. And about time too, since the claim was started in January and it's now FUCKING MAY.

Now I'm going to take a nap and try and write gay porn.

... boy, I am running on about my job applications a bit, aren't I? So, for all those of you who aren't even remotely interested in my adventures as a two-time college dropout in the wild wild world of the unemployed (and, let's be fair, I suspect that is quite a lot of you), here is your regular dose of Weiss Kreuz related fangirl lunacy, complete with appropriate icon.

Specifically, a picture of Ken in the shower.

High time I posted something appealing to look at after all that stuff about job applications, preceded by the top-quality art stylings of P. L. Nunn...

... no, it doesn't go any lower. Sorry.

I think that makes up for the nonsense about application forms.

Also, to all the college students out there who are actually making the grade, not wandering off to the wilderness to stalk prospective employers without so much as a degree to protect them: congratulations to all those of you out there who have made it through your finals in one piece, and good luck to all of you who may still be buried under your textbooks. I may have utterly failed to graduate, but I do know what it's like to endure final exams.

And does anyone out there know how to make Youji and Ken have sex on a table? Though everything tells me it is eminently possible, it appears to be defeating me at present. Gah, just HAVE SEX ALREADY, before I go back to the Powell porn!