Well, the summer holidays are upon me and I still don’t have a sniff of work for September. To make matters worse, there also doesn’t seem to be any other sort of work around. I’m applying for JSA, but I don’t think I’ll get it, and I feel a bit pathetic.
Don’t get me wrong, there are up sides to unemployment. I’m currently watching my way through my (rather extensive) collection of old, cheesy and soppy films, almost on a mission to make myself cry. This morning Sense and Sensibility and the Boy in Striped Pyjamas. It’s almost masochistic.
The thing it, my emotions have been all over the place recently. I often burst into tears whenever I allow myself to brood on the situation, and sometimes things just set me off. It’s like my emotions are closer to the surface than usual. Usually, though, I can manage my emotions with a veil of cynicism and detachment. After all, there’s nothing I can do about it. That’s what I tell myself anyway.