I can see clearly now...

The rain has gone, well, not quite here as it's still p***ing it down...

I'm clearer of mind though. Last week was the pits for me for one thing or another and i genuinely thought "should i give up, should i be a professional claimer as this is what society thinks of me?"

Well, as you can guess from that, there was some rejections and desperate moments involving lack of money last week. I'm the sort of bloke who can put a positive spin on most things but last week took the biscuit to be honest. (Don't ask me about the quest for the electric top up, please...)

This week though, i'm a bit more positive, i don't know why and i will probably get that booted out of me by the jobcentre/training providers/agencies/potential employers/take your pick this week, but it's good to start the day on a positive note i guess.

Tomorrow?: Well, at 9.30 it's trivial sign on mystery time at the Jobcentre, as they pick over every last bone of what you've done to find work, even the trivial stuff like what papers you buy/read, after dinner it's a trip to the ever jolly agencies to find any work, (you've scraped together a fiver for diesel becuase your training provider wants to see evidence that you've looked for work so have to get a business card or headed notepaper) and then it's home, for Tesco Value super noodles for tea before i climb into my sleeping bag on the sofa because i can't afford a bed, ready to spend a full day at the training provider. Oh the joy. I feel like Victor Meldrew already...