Who knew unemployment could be so all-consuming?
I've been harassing and emailing and updating and replenishing and queueing and form-filling-outing and unionising and...
Fuck, even that sentence took more out of me than my last three months of work and I'm sure it was a bitch to read, too.
I take my leave tomorrow for a couple of days down the country, spending my few remaining shekels in Dingle and Limerick and Kilkenny before I return to the great unhoovered carpet that lies underfoot.
Who has the time for vacuuming? WHO?
I need to cook now. Another fucking 'ing'.