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Yeah well maybe I would "adjust my search" if all I wanted to do wasn't in fact graphic design, and print design at that, you lousy search robot. I really shouldn't have spent four years in college pretending web design didn't exist and sticking my fingers in my ears shouting LA LA LA at the mere mention of Flash or Dreamweaver. So now all job ads for graphic designers include landmines such as "interactive design", "online graphic design", "knowledge of Flash, HTML, CSS" and all print designers can shag off because we don't need them or want them and they smell weird anyway. Bastards. As it happens, the two most suitable jobs I've come across happen to be back where I'm from in Waterford. And as much as I like heading back to the Déise of a weekend, moving back there altogether would make it only a matter of time before I start naming the paperclips on my desk and making friends with them. And that might be fun for a while, just me and my paperclippy buddies going on office based adventures but it would most likely get old rather quickly. Alternatively, there have been one or two jobs lurking in the shadowy outskirts of my search, sneering and rubbing their dirty hands together, as they are jobs in the dreaded signage industry, which I spent about ten months working in after I left college and would not go back to for love nor money nor my very own B.O.B. voiced by Seth Rogen.

Le sigh.

Friday

"It's bad news, I'm afraid" said he, upon calling me into his office.

"Oh, the fold out brochure?" I asked, oblivious as ever, spotting printouts of one I had been working on that were strewn on the table.

"Oh, no. No not that" he said, tidying them away. "It's about your job."

Ah. That old recession chestnut.

In the course of the conversation he mentioned that he realised things might be difficult for me and my girlfriend now. (He knows that I live with one other girl, ie T Cup.) At the time I was too blindsided by the freight train of impending unemployment that had just crashed into my little bubble to notice what he said, and just carried on. But I'm pretty sure my soon to be former boss thinks I'm a lesbian. Suggestions as how to rectify this over the next four weeks are welcome.

I probably won't go with the Bear's idea to wear a badge proclaiming "I heart cock".

Probably.

Disappointment is...

Opening a bag of crisps and eagerly anticipating the first lovely crrrunch, but it never comes because it turns out that there's a small hole at the bottom of the bag.

Balls.

Maintenant

No particular reason.

The Good:
I'm off work tomorrow for my brother's graduation.
I've gotten really quite good at MarioKart Wii.
A job I've been working on since January has FINALLY gone to print.

The Bad:
Weather is a bag of shite.
Think I'm getting sick.

The Ugly:
I've got a cold sore. Sexy.

Sharing is caring, right?

K

Little of column A, little of column B

Bringing me down (to Chinatown)
The All Ireland. Disaster. I've been trying to avoid news reports all day but can't help catching the odd detail of the Cats' return to Kilkenny. Broke my feckin heart they did.

The fact that my bag and everything in it now smells like yoghurt, thanks to a contained explosion of Fruit of the Forest this morning.

It's still only Monday.

That some little scumbag sucker punched my Dad at the Debs (he's the principal) during the week. Now, I'm not usually one to condone violence but that fucker has hopefully got all kinds of pain coming his way.

Making me smile
I beat the boyf and two of his mates at Wii Bowling yesterday, having never played it before and it was my second time ever playing the Wii. It temporarily made up for the crushing defeat in Croker, witnessed only an hour or two before.

It's actually sunny out. Who knew?

Stepbrothers. It's really stupid but quite funny all the same.

My hot date with T Cup on Friday. We're going to see No Man's Land in the Gaysh Theatre, it's starring Michael Gambon and David Walliams, no less. Cos that's just how we roll, baby.

The Mighty Boosh in the Olympia on the 17th. Booked my tickets in February. Obsessed much? A much too much.

K

waterfords best player yesterday

this is my little niece yesterday, her da is from waterford so hence the get up. And she was the best thing about waterford yesterday. What do you say? no seriously what do you say?

Oh Fuck

Argh, I've fucked up in work and now I have to tell my boss that yes, that photo is terrible quality and no, I didn't spot it before this job went to print last week. Fuckity fuckity fuckaroo. Just waiting for him to finish on the phone and then I'll have to go in and face it. Fuck!

K

Mambo Italiano

So...
Still no word from the Italian since Tuesday and I haven't heard from the Boosh Fan in two or three days. Maybe I got sprayed with boy repellant as a child. I'm now 24, and I've had one boyfriend. My first kiss wasn't till I was 17 and he turned out to be gay two weeks later. Not exactly encouraging, I think you'll agree!

K