Progress

Well, today I'm feeling a little screwy.
The weekend was incredible; a perfect mixture of Alice, health spa and post from the BBC, blended together with all the alcohol and Spanish food we could consume.

Today is going rather differently; a brusque, tart little mixture of long-winded telephonic job rejection, informative and asininely patronising Jobseeker's Allowance Helper, and the looming prospect of two compulsory weeks of full-time literacy, numeracy and job-skills training, which may lead on to frustration-based criminal offences involving garden equipment.

The after-effects of the weekend have blended sharply with today's product, creating the kind of mess you always get when you mix all of the colours in the paint box together...a sluggish dark brown tint that you don't really know what to do with.

I guess I should still be clicking my heels at the BBC stuff...knowing that I'm going to be in frequent contact with the New Writing Co-ordinator from here on in, is and should stay a good point. I'm just frustrated that I've got to get as much work done this week as possible to make up for the next two weeks of sitting listening to someone with a GNVQ telling me how important it is to have a CV/ write cover letters /avoid engineering graduates with a pair of garden shears and a determined expression.

Either way, I'm going to be writing lots.
This'll probably be all the blog for this week...
Take care.