Nothing only nothing... Those are pearls that were his eyes

It worked! They looked impressed :)

And I realised I kinda like this 'voice crying out in the cyberwilderness' feeling- a funny sort of loneliness. Now there's so many blogs, multiple voices, mine can just be one of them... i don't even want to publicise this blog, it's just a secret online corner of my life. Until someone finds it, then maybe it looks stupid, hey...

And the title is just random TS Eliot's The Wasteland. Guess that's the mood right now... Job hunting is nothing if not depressing.... It's like the little match girl, holding your hands out with your wares- 20+ years of qualifications, crying 'My work for sale! My work for sale!' and hoping you won't freeze to death from the general cold indifference of the labour marketplace...

Not that it's individual employers who are cold, of course- just the sense that there you are, all your life's work and study, put up on display for the whole world to accept or to reject. It's the job hunting game.

I'm *almost* tempted to go running back into the warm welcoming arms of my last workplace... at least there i knew what i was doing and i was worth some $$ and the people were great... even if it *is* 1 1/2 hours either way from home and they paid peanuts :(

I'm not complaining, though- finally I can really empathise with the fellas selling the 'BIG' magazine at streetcorners just so as not to be unemployed, to feel that they are useful for something. God bless them.