I am reminded how frustrating it can be battling with the dole office to give me my money for being a lazy, useless bastard. The hungover queuing to sign a dotted line in front of a judgemental idiot of an office clerk. The screaming hoards of kids accompanying single mothers battling with pram logistics and the alien rantings and clamour of shell-suit clad foreign nationals. The atmosphere is usually filled with an air of humiliation, despair and irritable frustration leading you to further long for the end of this horrible endurance of grey protocol. To further prove my gluttony for punishment I have mostly been battling through this monthly procedure hungover.
I also got a lovely letter from them last week stating that they talked to my previous employer and found out that I actually left work of my own accord and so I could be cut off money for up to 26 weeks... which was nice :/
I'm hoping that this somehow passes by with no results or my entire plan of action is well and truly screwed.
Perhaps they will like to hear that I have more sound engineering jobs coming up within the next week or two.
I still haven't been able to find anywhere to live. Its pathetic that you now have to 'apply' to get a house. You can't just walk in and say 'I like this, I'll take it!'. I'm guessing that when they see a young unmarried couple's application against say an elderly couple's, our application wouldn't look so tempting.
I have found a guy who claims his reference will basically make sure I get the next house I apply to. It will be interesting to see if that works. He also has a house he is kind of offering me. Either way, I just hope something works for it is causing a strain on my life and causing more tension and general nagging from my woman.
As a result of this complete stalemate, there has been little-to-no need for any written updates of my mundane life. Needless to say this one is particularly un-thrilling. But I guess as the saying goes, No News Is Good News.
It is of no surprise then, that the only bit of news I can recall is my 30minutes of agony last night as a Sea Bass fishbone firmly lodged itself deep in my chest at the end of my Esophagus. There was a good few minutes where I was dreading the very real possibility of having to go to the A+E room at the hospital, and as I've done before, answer the very humiliating first question... 'Have you consumed alcohol tonight'...'Yes'... instant judgement.
After stuffing half a loaf of bread down my throat, something seemed to budge, thankfully. However, I am pretty certain it managed to really stab the life out of the spot it had been lodged in. Today, every time I swallow and food or drink, there is a sharp pain as it passes that spot. Its been really bugging me all day.
It was my 26th Birthday last weekend. The night before it, I went to my sisters house for a 70's themed party which she was holding anyways. Some mutual friends and some of her colleagues. It was quite good and I got extremely drunk and had to spend the night there. The next day, whilst very hungover, my parents took me out for a meal - which admittedly could have been better had I not been so hungover. I am pretty sure I drunk my way through it though. Yea... that's healthy.
I got a lot of little bits and pieces; some money, vouchers etc. From my girlfriend, a very large, but very luxurious office chair for my recording studio. I remember the time I was being told how I am promised a 42inch HD TV for my Birthday... but I guess complaining about such a thing would be outrageously materialistic and unappreciative of me.
Well, joyous joy, that is my life to date.
