I know I should be doing something productive and go apply for more part time jobs to heal the gaping wound in my bank balance that Tanzania inflicted but once you get stuck on the boredom and procrastination path,its hard to get off. Especially considering, not only will no-one employ, they won't acknowledge that I've even applied for a job. Of course, this is partly due to everyone looking for any kind of employment and our modern job market where you practically need a MA to wait tables.
In my relentless hours of sitting around doing nothing, I've had time to ponder my future and realise just how screwed I really am. I have no idea, really, about what I want to do with my life; I thought I did but now I'm not so sure and even if I ever do it is highly unlikely that I'll ever get it. I probably will not have the money or the luck. All I know so far is what I don't want and it is looking like all that I'm going to have to settle for. Which is frankly just depressing and almost encourages me to do something incredibly reckless and follow a stupid romantic fantasy of leaving uni to run away to Paris, get a job as a waitress and ride around the Left Bank on a moped with a hot Parisian artist.
Because things like that always happen.
I also got to thinking about this whilst I was watching the new series of the Apprentice and although the kind of crap they came out with defied all previous examples of proverbial prattishness, you have got to admire their tenacity.
I highly doubt I'll ever have the courage to introduce myself as 'Caroline Mortimer- The Brand'; of course I'd never have the stupidity either but that's a moot point. Maybe they are the kind of people that get ahead in life (though I have no idea in that case why they want to work for Amstrad) and I should try taking a few more risks so that my future will look a little less bleak.
I really need to get a life.
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