...we're taking ourselves too seriously.

I have my first dole meeting on Tuesday. Mixed feelings. I feel like a huge weight has being lifted, in that I'm out of a horrendous job, but I'm worried because I'm gonna be getting £50.96 a week. I'm going to be "on the dole." I'd be lying if I said I didn't frown and wrinkle my nose whenever people have talked about the dole. It's probably because the image drilled into my mind when thinking of the dole is of local Beestonites with 20 kids or a drugs habit. Anyway, all going to plan, my rent will be paid and I get Council Tax benefit. I've worked since I was 16, I haven't gone to Uni (bar 2 months) so I feel I'm entitled to this. I'm not going to be sitting on my bum, I'm actively looking for work/an internship of sorts. Why should I be miserable in a dead end job? Jobseeker's Allowance is in place to enable people to improve their quality of life and SEEK suitable work.

I have an 'informal chat' with the Editor of a magazine on Monday, regarding a Listings Editor vacancy. It's unpaid, but it's a foot in the door to Journalism and writing. We've established going about this via a degree isn't for me, so if I want to forge some kind of career, this is the other way to do it. Working hard for peanuts for a while. But I can - WILL - work my way up. I'd rather be happy and fulfilled than loaded.

Also got a couple of gigs in the pipeline, always for fun, of course. I know that eventually things will come together. I just want to be happy and kind of care-free until then...