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  • Everyday is the same.
    I really hate it.
    Its so hot (which I'm am in no way complaining about),
    and I sit cooped up on my desk, with the laptop beaming out headachey rays at me,
    as I type up endless emails along the lines of,

    "Having been a loyal memeber of your *store/supermarket/product/services, I would like to propose a product that might be of interest to you. The product is called Jackernuts, a completely unique and tasty range of flapjacks.... blah blah blah.... I would be grateful if a meeting could be set up so we can discuss this further......"

    or CVs and cover letters..

    " I am applying for the position of *Arts Coordinator/Gallery Assisstant/Junior Editor/Model/...."

    The stupid printer at home doesn't like the wireless connection that it is supposed to have with my laptop which means I have to save documents onto a memory stick and go downstairs, stick it in my mum's laptop and print from that. A situation which is not appropiate for either.

    My lovely mum has even given me the trust to use her laptop for printing purposes when she is out.
    I hate someone even touching my computer when I am sitting next to them, watching,
    so I really appreciate her letting me do this.

    However the printer was out of ink, and the house empty of ink cartridges so I had to go to town to spend £3.50 at the Library to print off my CVs.
    I have three CVs each tailored to specific fields;
    1. Arts and Literature
    2. Fashion and Journalism
    3. Jackernuts and Business

    They are all quite impressive, if I do say so myself, I am proud of what I had achieved throughout my uni years.
    A feeling that didn't last as I handed them round Sevenoaks High Street.
    It's come to this.
    Graduate seeking job in the Bag Shop, the Heart Foudation Charity Shop, Joules Clothes Shop...
    give it a week and I might end up in the 99p store.
    A place where I have requested to be shot if anyone saw me working there.

    It has been over a year since the "try not to fall over as you collect your certificate" day.
    I have no money,
    JSA in the wings,
    a hostile businessman who I naively trusted and has scammed me,
    a bedroom come office in my mother's house,
    a life savings bank account quickly disappearing,
    a brother who hates me,
    and a headache.
    It's the same wonderful day every day.
    And then I go to the gym to run it out.
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