Not much to update you on really.

I had an interview on Friday. Hoorah! But - there's always a but - the job was in Ibrox.

Now, I don't have anything against Ibrox -

No, hang on. I do. It's a hole. That is the nicest way of putting it. I got off the Underground and wanted to get straight back on again. I'm a big snob at heart, I really am. But seriously. It's terrifying.

The job was selling accidental death insurance - I would be the one needing accidental death insurance if I was working out there!

I'm starting to wish I'd known this was going to happen sooner, so I could've saved up a bit... Then maybe gone abroad and worked for the summer. Because it's so much easier to do that than it is to get a job here. It's damn near impossible to get a job here.

I think I've phoned every shop in Glasgow at least twice begging and checked every single recruitment site under the sun at least three times a day. It's not like I'm not trying - I really, really am. There's nothing more that I can do. And it's just so frustrating that I'm putting in all of this effort and getting nowhere.

I'm going to end up working in McDonald's, I can feel it.

And that, quite frankly, just makes me want to cry.

I phoned the Benefits people this morning, wanting to know where the hell my money was (I put it a bit more politely than that), and it could take another 8 weeks. 8 sodding weeks. I have a holiday to pay for this month. And a social life to keep going. They are so inconsiderate.

Ok, so I should technically be working and not have to claim money from the government, but believe me. I would love to be working. If I didn't have stupid Crohn's disease, I wouldn't have had to have left university and I wouldn't be where I am now.

So all in all, it's my bowel's fault.

Nice, rational thinking there, Linds.

I was at the cinema with Elaine this weekend. It was good fun, hadn't seen her in a while, so that was nice. We went to see Failure to Launch, with the god-like creature that is Sarah Jessica Parker in it. The woman's amazing, I envy her so much. It was a nice film, the sort that makes you smile, and that Matthew McConaughey is utterly delicious, so it was a fabulous evening over all!

Train ride home was even more entertaining. A real live ned with a bottle of Buckfast was sharing our carriage. And he didn't shut up the whole way home. He was informing some bloke that if he stuck with him, he'd be safe. Good to know.

The best bit was when he struck up a conversation with a girl sitting across from him, and two seconds later he was practically on top of her, snogging the face off her. Honest to God! I couldn't believe my eyes. I was sitting kicking Elaine going, "LOOK! LOOOOK!"

Then a couple in their 30s started having a carry-on, and the woman was licking the man's bald head before she pushed him off his seat.

There must've been something in the air that night.

That stars so bright! Fernando!

Aye.

I'll go before I get started on another, "omgZ y cant i get a job?!!!!11eleven!1!" rant.

Posted: Monday 10 April 2006 14:32:31