Fucking bloody employers

Another sodding rejection letter. For Waterstones. A job I could do standing on my head. 'Although we were impressed by your skills and abilities, we have seen candidates that more closely match our requirements.' What are they wanting, nobel prize winners? This seems to be the tone of practically every rejection letter I get. Another good one is 'You made it into the top ten shortlist but we're only interviewing the top five.' All I ever see is fucking rejection letter after rejection letter; it doesn't seem to make a difference if it's a christmas job or a long-term one, I never get the sodding job, and only two of those resulted in interviews. I've been out of work for five months. So excuse me if I'm exceedingly pissed off and beginning to think I'm unemployable.

EDIT Oh, and did I mention that my throat is fucked up (hit me and my mum yesterday) beyond belief and my brother left for a year to Australia/ New Zealand, taking in Thailand, Bali and Singapore on the way? So not in a good mood. I'm sort of missing him already.

does dance of joy!

Bill's gay kiss scene cleared.

Heh. 160 complaints shoved out the window about it being before the watershed. My fave protest? 'It starts at 8:00! Kiddies could still be watching!' :cough: dunno about you, but when I was a child, my parents had no problem with what time I was watching or what I was watching - dinner was at 8 or 9 usually, and my parents made a point of me watching Blackadder, Yes Minister, Tutti Frutti, French and Saunders, etc. If it was good, and funny, it was almost compulsory viewing.

Best bit from the watchdog? 'the programme code did not distinguish between the sexual orientation of characters, but required that any sexual behaviour be appropriately limited and inexplicit before 2100. It said the kiss was not totally unexpected and it considered the scene acceptable. '

I'm off to do more happy dances. Not to mention that we've been promised bed scenes sometime near christmas. Ah, confused, confused little Luke Ashton... :rubs hands together in glee:

ergh

oh shit. This is not good. Had that wonderful moment of completely losing my balance. While doing the washing up. I hate it when your cold/sore throat affects your ears, because you feel so fucking useless. Gah. Retiring to bed sans reading materials or computer/tv screens seems my only option, because everything's a tad fuzzy. My sympathies definitely going out to mum - she's got to deal with a load of technical stuff plus some new and important partners coming into work that she has to be there for - and she looked worse than me this morning.