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this present purgatory

January 24th, 2007 at 8:16 am

I get rather frustrated when I am unable to plan. Thanks to the ever-gracious Education Department who intend to employ me, I am currently in occupational limbo. Last week I contacted the Ed dept (again) about the matter of not being informed about a job with only two weeks before term starts, when they decided to let me know that because of their data entry folks being more than eight weeks backlogged with forms, they hadn’t finished entering my application yet. The one I gave them in November. They never thought to mention this before in several other calls I’d made, however I was able to confirm with the woman on the phone that there would be no chance of me getting placed by the start of first term.

Seeing as how I was now looking at unemployment until about April, and looking at the state of my finances, I decided that another 3-4 months of bumming around would not be economically viable for me and so I started looking for work.

Which brings us to this afternoon, where I am teeing up a medical with Australia Post in order to take up an overpaid job as a postie, when I get a call from the scholarship section of the education department.

After a brief Q&A session where I explained that my not being placed yet was no fault of my own, and that I as yet have no ID and so on, the kind lady informed me that she would go and lean on the recruitment section to push it through. At this point, I inquired as to when I should expect to hear from them, Mid-year? Next term? Mid-term…?

I was then informed that while I wouldn’t be placed before the start of term (what with there being two business days between now and then), but that things may get underway in the middle of next week, possibly the week following. Basically, wait by the phone. Don’t call us, we’ll call you.

So here I sit, weightless in this atmosphere of pure whatever-ness.

A most undesirable situation.

deja vu

January 4th, 2007 at 11:11 am

a notebook scratching from 4am, 23/12/2006

I’d rather be sleeping. Unfortunately for me, dark forces have once again aligned against me in an effort to… well, I’ve no idea what their sinister motive is, but you can be sure that they’re up to no good. The scratching sound of the pencil on paper is rather soothing though, and my writing is surprisingly legible considering how little of it I have done lately. Of course, your writing always appears perfectly sensible to yourself at least until the next morning.

Monday is Christmas (or as is more appropriate most of the time, Xmas) and I will be gone in a month. I don’t even know where to. It’s a very lonesome thought. Buying appliances is going to kill me, I have no fridge, washer, dryer, microwave, freezer, kettle, toaster (not that I ever eat toast, and I barely use microwaves and dryers), the thought of spending perfectly good money on such menial things is so very depressing.

My mind is unresponsive, my body sore and weary, but for some reason I can’t shut down. This is an impasse I have faced before and one I assume all sporadic insomniacs go through. The solutions I have found before have been varied in their level of success and tonight, while not ideal, I am leaning towards the cornerstone method of “bury ones head in the pillow and wait patiently for unconsciousness”. And so, to work.