Current mood:	annoyed
Current music:	The Cure - Prayers for Rain

I hate job application forms.
No really, I really, really do.
Seriously, why do they have so send me countless forms asking the same questions over and over again for me to fill out in my monstrous, spidery handwriting until my hands are killing me because I haven't written with a pen since I was at Uni?
Why not just say 'Hello, please send us your CV and make sure all this stuff is on it'?
It can't be doing my chances of employment much good to have to thrash my way through all these forms, misspelling every other word in writing that's almost unreadable.
And while I'm at it, why is it so hard for me to get a job up here?
There are jobs to be had that I'm perfect for.
I'm more qualified than most people up here.
I have experience.
I've had people throw jobs at me before.
So why oh why oh why is it so difficult up here?
Pass. I really don't know the answer to that one, but for some reason, that's the case. And no amount of red bills tipping through my front door, impending rent payments, lack of food and drink or even basic living requirements seem to be convincing the great wide world that I do, in fact, need a job.
And another thing, since I'm at it and seem to be having one of those horrendous rants that I promised I wouldn't use this journal for, how come I can only claim unemployment benefit when both me and the man aren't working? If I was some moron single mother I can get myself a nice little council flat and more than enough money to look after myself and my bastard child, but as it is, I'm educated, I'm qualified, I have a degree, I've slogged my guts out for the last two years working in shitty jobs where said degree has been utterly useless, I've been made redundant from said job with nothing but two weeks notice because they screwed me over on my contract and I was too desperate for the work to turn it down. And, on top of that, because I'm dedicated to working on a relationship of five years that, most of the time, is less than easy, I'm left high and dry when I can't find work. Because I have a partner, he's expected to support me.
Well, wake up call people, we can't survive on his measly 8 grand a year. Stop discriminating against people that have actually made the effort to stay in a relationship as opposed to throwing money and 16 year old morons who have never done anything but get pregnant and get thrown out of home.
*deep breaths*
Rant over, I hope.
Not that I think all single mothers should be shot, some of them try bloody hard to keep themselves going. But most of them just live off the state and never give anything back but VD's. That's what annoys me.
Anyway, I'm not here just to rant about the lack of work and unemployment benefits. I don't really want unemployment pay outs anyway.
Makes me feel dirty.
Hopefully one of these bloody application forms will get me a job sooner rather than later.
Hopefully one of those jobs where I can sit back and do my own thing all day.
In other news, I took a picture of my rabbit for you all.
This is Ghost:



I did have another rabbit called Steve after the two musician's in Poppy Z Brite's 'Lost Souls' but he died of septicemia years and years ago.
Ghost has been with me since my third year at Uni, so that's, what, three years now. Seems like longer.
Anyway rant is really over now. I'll leave you all in peace once more.