The Ayes Have It

What do I do now?

The job websites are posting jobs I've already applied for, and in such small quantities that you'd think everyone just had two days off.

I've rung and emailed all those fortunate enough to have recieved an application from me over the past three weeks or so, and now I am sitting here doing the internet equivalent of twiddling my thumbs.

I want to go out and get some exercise but even if I feel fine in myself my throat is still sore and I don't want to back my immune system into a corner and force it to do anything drastic.

Might go out for a walk instead of a run.

Anyway. I've got a couple of jobs in the pipeline I am confident about, and I'm gently and politely hounding the recruitment agencies out of their homes until they want to get rid of me...by giving me a job.

I'm listening to the new Athlete album, 'Tourist', as well as the St. Germain album, 'Tourist', Mint Royale, Nitin Sawhney, Massive Attack and Blink 182. I'm coming to the end of reading the four 'Earthsea' books by Ursula Le Guin again, a bit of unabashed comfort-reading, and before that I read and hugely enjoyed 'Middlesex' by Geoffrey Eugenides.

The Weight Watchers thing has taken a predictable twist - I eat more or less healthily, but I lack the motivation to look up how many points a certain thing is leading me to guess where I am in my allocation for the day.
This means that I'm dieting, if you'll pardon the expression, by the seat of my pants.

The summer is panning out ahead of us while the snow is still on the ground. I can't believe I've been in the US so long. I need a job, I need to be able to have the power to plan. I am getting restless.