The inevitable moment.

Well I pissed away the summer and like a dim, long gone memory it now stands in the past. My older sister got married this weekend, and really I've just been so busy cutting up wrapping paper into heart shapes and collecting fairy lights that I haven't need to thing about job searching.

Until now. I made the call the JobCentre Plus last Wednesday. After I'd told them about 7 times that I was not disabled (because they just don't believe you by the 6th), they told me to shimmy on down to the office near my house and sit with two different ladies in their mid 50s in similar cardigans. Both with the same quiet middle classness that I instantly reciprocated. They both looked at me with a kind of longing, like I didn't belong there, such a good girl with a degree, just staying with her parents until she was on her feet and nice and employed. I would get to leave, they were both there until retirement.

I love that I live in a country that provides for people when they can't provide for themselves. I mean, I technically haven't paid any tax yet and as such I have not felt the violation of income tax. But its nice to have a helping hand, even though it comes with some level of bureaucracy, a thousand pieces of paper stamped and filed and a month wait until they actually pay you anything. I found it strange on the phone when the automated voice called me a customer, I'm certainly not phoning them because I want to. Still, even with all the signing and dating, I can see how people end up getting lazy, I mean you only have to do three things every two weeks to get 200 quid, thats a little on the pathetic side.

Still, I applied for internship today that I not-so-secretly really really want but probably won't even get short-listed for.

Oh well, we'll see.