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Sitting on my vinyl corner couch waiting for the phone to ring. The couch was kindly given to me by B***, when she upgraded her lounge, and is made up of five blocks which you can put together anyway you want really. Drinking milk with Sustagen and frozen strawberries for cooling effect. What a luxury! I was tossing up whether to spend my last $4 on petrol or milk and opted for the latter, seeing I haven’t had a milk fix since Saturday. Water just isn’t the same.

Just finished reading a knock-back letter from one of the employers I sent a job application to. It was even sent in an envelope with a stamp. I guess they thought the 30 seconds it took me to click a few virtual internet buttons and send off my resume warranted them to spend 45c on me. All I spent was a local phone call (divided by 26 since I sent 26 applications during the one connection) and a few seconds of my time. They maybe even read my resume so I would assume they’ve spent a lot more time rejecting me than I did applying to them. That thought suddenly makes me feel better. All those ambiguous job applications are gonna add just a touch of extra stress to the selection officers. Ironic that my malicious sense of humor is also helping to keep their jobs in demand. If I keep sending 100’s of ambiguous job applications every day for a few weeks there might be some positions opening soon for recruitment officers.

Still waiting on the phone to ring. Staring at my neighbour’s silver birch.