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March 21st, 2009
04:15 pm
I do reccomend graduatecalling's latest blog post about the sheer repetitiousness that is the danger of being unemployed. Sort of an un-occupational hazard. heh.
After the buying of a wii fit the black mood was somewhat mollified by Mum and I laughing and looking like twits prancing around the living room. I am disgusted and amazed at her superior ability to stand on one leg, she is furiously jealous about my prowess with the hula-hoop game, although hugely amused by the fact my ability to run hasn't improved at all since I was a toddler. Gasp, Pant, Collapse, Pant being the consistant response. However I was still twitchety and as such absented myself from all conversational methods yesterday evening.
Today the black mood hasn't healed entirely, not helped by being dragged Saturday Morning shopping, which I avoid because of the crowds and the noise and its ability to turn me into a gibbering wreck just from those two things. This was NOT AIDED by the fact that,navigating the crowds through Morrisons I turned and saw a trolley approaching as if to pass me and so stood back to let it past. When it didn't I realised the woman must want to get to the part of the counter she and her trolley have trapped me at so, without eye contact (because eye contact in crowds troubles me) I slipped out only to have a sarcastic and rotten comment made at me, to which I shouted 'I BEG YOUR PARDON?' in as superior tones as one can manage before inevitable collapse of aaghwhydidthatmeancuntsaythatthatwasmean and ihatecrowdsihateallpeopleeverywheremummymummyiwanttogohome.
*glares* of course the resultant collapse had to be hidden from the Mother because she would only get angry and try to confront the mean witch and that could only end in carnage in the fruit aisle and possibly us being kicked out of the shop by the nice security man with the tattoo on his neck.
So after coming home and seething a bit until all was calm and then I played on the wii fit some more (oh my aching legs. On the bright side the male trainer was a lovely flatterer, even if he couldn't see me. :P Or possibly because he can't see me. And isn't real. Anyway it's still nice to be told 'your form is beautiful' regardless of source.) and then set to work on this evil application form. The problem is is the job is kind of a brilliant job. Which means I want the form to be perfect. Which means I'm finding it hard to think of anything.
I answered two questions. Four more to go the most difficult of which want me to "describe a situation when you have worked to overcome an obstacle" (to which I suddenly wonder if I've ever even seen an obstacle in my life let alone overcome it. I mean....what does that even mean? The only time you really hear that phrase is when people who have debilitating diseases or are disabled become famous or perform great heroic feats. I have never had a debilitating disease. I am not disabled. And I'm certainly no sporting or any other kind of hero. Bah. And also "describe a time when you have had to adapt to changing circumstances" WHAT DOES THAT MEAN ANYWAY? When it rained...I put on a coat?
Yeah so taking a break and sleeping on that I reckon. Let's hope I have some sudden moment of revelation in which something I have done comes to me to answer both of those questions.
Brr. It's bludy cold today. I'll be putting the oven on soon at least.
Current Mood: cold!
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