simon clauson

I don't have the foggiest clue what the blinking hellfish is going on, Jim.
Why in the name of all that is fishy is it December? What is wrong with this world?!?!

I can't keep going on like this anymore. This time 365 short days ago I was quite content with life, things had started to pick up and all was right with the world.Now, as the end of this year looms I seem to be back at Go without £200 and no get out of jail free card!

This is a real noggin scratcher.


I need to up my game, I need to put everything into gear, I need to... to... to stop using euphamisms and get the hell on with it!

I have sent my old recruitment agency no less than 3 emails over the last 2 months and had piddle squat back from them.

Tomorrow, sir, I will call them. Ever since leaving CPW I have developed a bit of a phobia when it comes to talking to people on the phone. I've never really been able to hold myself verbally. I'm at my best when it's my fingers doing the talking.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. I need to man up. I'll have to communicate with my mouth-hole.

I don't like it, sir.
Not one bit.

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Labels: depression, desperation, recruitment agencies, unemployment

Published by Simon Clauson at 8:07 pm.

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