Bad Blogger!!

I'm a bad little blogger, aren't I?

Nothing for months, you'd think I was busy or something. Well, I'm not. And anyone who reads my blog will most probably be sick of my continual jobless whining. So readers, I do not have a lot to do.

Managed to secure another few interviews. 3 with the same place and still waiting on a yes or no. Very, very excited about this one, they've been very positive and I did my best. Time will tell.

Other news? I'm still working the lumo every day, sneaking it into the outfit one way or another, even if it's just a snazzy hairband I bought that I wear as a necklace or bracelet. Penneys is still been kept in profit by yours truly, it really just keeps getting cooler and cooler. And I went a mad eBay show buzz, recession or not. A girl's gotta have killer heels...

And Michael Jackson. Well I have to mention it, it has taken the summer news lull period by storm and it really is a baffling level of blankey (excuse the pun) covering. Sad indeed but there's so much smoke, if there's no fire, there's one hell of a smoke machine. The truth will probably never be known, and that kills my curiosity cat.

The Book of Faces

Well I resisted against it for a long time and I eventually signed up because I was trying to apply for a job with them.

So I went to the dark side - social networking.  And what a breath of fresh air it is.  Just doing little catch up with friends and acquaintances from the past and seeing how truly wonderful everyone turned out.

Look at this for example - awesome!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmQ8xeU0J44

And if you want me there you'll find me...

Maybe it didn't make it to the Den...

Saw a teleshopping ad for a solar powered car cooling fan - to stop 'unbearable heat' building up in a parked car on a sunny day.  Truly a useless invention for a problem that didn't exist. Or worse, an encouragement to leave kids/dogs/the elderly/ice cream in the car and not worry about it again.

You'll find it easily if you google it, and you can see the wonder of modern technology at work.  Or watch the hyper-cheery sales driven feature on shopping TV, up in the 600s if you're a Sky slave like me.

I have a feeling it was invented by car thieves who fancied an easier access point than having to jimmy the lock.  Clever them.

Slime Wars

The recession appears to have led to overcrowding. In my garden. With the ground constantly damp from the tears of the many unemployed and overlevied, slugs can now freely roam the globe.

And they are freely roaming my garden and eating about a €1 of plantage a night. I come out every morning to see another sweet little lobelia stripped of its foliage and reduced to a sad little mohican of skinny stalks pointing hopelessly to heaven. Marigolds denuded to an inappropriate state, left only with a perverted veil of slime as a calling card.

Oh sure, there's always been slugs in my garden. There were root consuming moth larvae too before that that stealthily killed my new plants from the ground up 2 years ago. And an annual invasion of aphids on my rosebush that make me wish I could sell honeydew to the masses and become a millionaire.

But this year, the not so adorable, shell-less, be-antlered, slime-slitherers can fly. Or possibly they rent small private jets. Because they are getting past the inch high mound of slug pellets all around the base of the precious posies. Which they are not supposed to do.

Not only that, they are completely nocturnal. Trust me, if ever I laid eyes on one of the voracious gastropods in the light of day, they will experience the full spa treatment of an all over salt scrub that will result in Wicked Witch of the West style melting.

Any suggestions before I resort to a plastic garden?

The Big Three-Oh

Oh noes!

I be thirty in less than a week.

Not cool.

Shut Up and Drive

Well I've just completed another conversation that included the line - "I'm afraid I can't drive".

It's a bigger conversation killer than "I have a contagious flesh eating bacterial infection".

I've had three phone calls all from my b-e-a-utiful CV posting on Monster.ie. All for jobs in the not terribly far-flung corners of Ireland. Places I cannot get to by public transport. Which if you live where I do, is most places except Dublin city centre or some station-centric areas in Kildare if you need adequate services for a 9-5 position.

And what's my excuse for not getting behind the wheel of the beast? I really do not know. A bit of cowardice. I do hate doing anything new for the first time in case I look a fool. And to be honest, if I do start, the thought of spending a few hours thrashing the poor car to get me in and out to work doesn't appeal. Nor do the costs. I support public transport, I'd rather see it than traffic jams but there really is no incentive. At worst, it's prohibitive to my search. And if I do get something, I'll well over €2k a year for the priviledge of buying a better value house. Between myself and my husband, all the train charges will build up into the price of the city centre dwelling such are the extortionate charges.

Forced to live in the outer ring of commuterville by disgraceful over-inflated house prices, I now cannot find work. Sure, it's not the only reason, but it's a contributing factor.

Where's that Theory Test CD-ROM?

Yours,
RF

You can't Budget for this...

Well we had our mini-Budget. That sounds better than Emergency-Budget. Mini-things are usually small cute versions of their fully fledged counterparts.

We didn't get struck down by lightning. They didn't take away my dole - only my Christmas bonus but sure I never had that anyway. The rich didn't really pay, although I hear Bertie Ahern had every reason to look sad on the back benches as his pension got 'trimmed'.

We have a semi-toxic bank too. No deposits of nuclear waste, just dodgy developers and hopeless planned shopping centres that no one can afford to buy anything in.

I don't care. My garden looks like a Christmas tree or an international airport depending on who you talk to thanks to my fab solar lights. Hooray - the Sun's energy is still free!

Yours,
RF