The Eternal Jobhunt …

You know, I’ve got to admit, the job-hunt … ?

Is really not going well.

I’ve been into my local jobcentre, today: the usual fortnightly signing on for the benefit payment the government chooses to hand out.

And of course, I made sure I got there a earlier than I was due in.

Purely so I could browse through the job adverts the Jobcentre has there.

Hmmm … 

I would LOVE to be able to tell you I’ve spotted something there I felt I had a chance of getting an interview — please notice the word — for.

There was nothing.

Nowt.

Nothing.

Diddly*.

It’s … 

Well, it’s definitely turning into something of a grind.

☰☷☰☷☰

Which to be frank … ?

Is something I think — hope, maybe — I can handle.

That doesn’t make it any easier, I know that much.

But DOES mean finding things to do — affordable ones, at that — is … helpful, let’s put it that way.

When I find something … ?

I’ll let you know … !

*        That’s assuming I’ve spelt that correctly: my American English isn’t stunning.