Off to the job centre shortly to become a governments artist, or to draw the dole as it is more commonly known. Right, where's that tracksuit?
Tracksuit on and my School, sorry job search report card is filled in. I'm now ready to rock and roll. (not an intentional joke).
Job Centre done. Overall not a bad experience apart from the judging and being treated like an idiot. Saying that though, I think they liked me as they want me to go back in 2 weeks.
I have just enjoyed reading the paper with a nice fried breakfast and a pot of tea in House of Fraser. This of course is the plus side to being unemployed and has been only slightly marred by the fact I've now reduced my giro by £5.
Pot noodles and pop tarts for the rest of the week.
Forgot to buy the pot noodles on the way home, but I do have soup so its not all doom and gloom.
I have been talked into playing 5 a side footy tonight, well I say play I'm just needed to make up the numbers. Looks like i'll be in goal for the majority of it. Still, as a bonus it means the tracksuit gets another outing.
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