Is it wrong that the highlight of the past few weeks was being pressed up against a very attractive male student on an overcrowded bus this morning?
I had forgotten how soul destroying looking for a new job is. Particularly the recruitment agents who tell you things like "People like you are hard to find" but after you tell them the salary you are after, you never hear from them again. I am sick of talking to them already....their falseness grates. And why are they all called Nathan?
The good news is that I am being sent a lot of jobs to look at. Most are ones I would be happy to do. I just, obviously, need to be offered one of them. The continuous daydreams of handing in my notice keep me going.
As for my love life....well, the bus ride to work this morning was almost it. I did go to a Halloween party at the weekend where I was dared to go and talk to a nice looking blonde man dressed as Dracula. As talking to random (and hopefully good-looking) men is a new hobby of mine, I did. 15 minutes later my eyes started to glaze over as he went on about his mum and playing rugby at Uni (I worked out he was 27....who goes on about Uni at that age? Someone who hasn't done anything with their lives since, that's who). When he went to the loo, I made my escape. Yesterday however, I received a message saying that he wants my phone number. And now because I have tried to politely point out that someone who still lives with his mum (just a hunch) isn't really my cup of tea, I have caused some friction. Ho hum.
But the very, very good news is that in 2 weeks I get to turn 31! And to celebrate I will be meeting up with a boy I have a crush on but who has an extremely good-looking girlfriend. So really, the next year ends as it began....bugger.