Late Sunday night... not the greatest time in the world to be feeling down. Got some bad news this morning about a job that I'd applied for, and for no reason had felt would just be right for me - and although I've no reason to be feeling like this, it feels like it's been snatched away from me like that plum cherry you've just been fancying and reaching out for, and suddenly it's just not there anymore. Yet I've got no more reason to feel like this about this particular job than any other of the multitude I've applied for and haven't got.
Thing is, I suppose, the longer this goes on for, the more unemployable I feel I'm becoming, which is not a good thing. I've organised myself to go to the job agencies tomorrow, see if I can pick up something temporary, but I'm not particularly hopeful. I tell myself sternly that this is simply how I feel, I don't actually have a sign around my neck saying 'unemployable', but when you get into a cycle like this, it's hard not to feel it's there, and dragging you down. And I know myself too, it's at times like this that I get to feel so desperate that I'll take anything, something that I really can't do, and it all goes pear shaped, I'll end up exhausted, earning a pittance, and in some crappy place where I don't want to be.

And then when you add all this to the trail of unpleasant events that have been happening recently, well it's just one long tale of disaster! In fact, it's almost funny what's been going on for the past few weeks - and I suppose that's my saving grace, that at the moment, I can still laugh about all this. Ah well, enough moaning and groaning. Life goes on eh?