I've just been to sign on at the jobcentre, and because it's a bank holiday the next time I should sign on, I now don't have to sign on again until April 7th...I'm glad about that.
My name was called by a new clerk and when she asked me how my jobsearch was going; this is what I said -
"Well, after thirty years I'm still looking for my first job...and god knows how many thousand applications and rejections...and two major nervous breakdowns because I could't cope with all the rejections - which ended up with me sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor chanting 'No, no, no.' over and over again every few seconds most of one afternoon, what do you suggest I do now?...Oh, and by the way I've just been diagnosed with asthma."
She looked scared to death and just suggested that I keep attending the group therapy session.
