The Good Old Days
I signed on for a bit after leaving Uni. I'd been turned down to do a doctorate in weird religious poetry and was unceremoniously ejected from the Ivory Towers of Higher Learning back into my parents' back bedroom in a small Midlands town.

With absolutely no clue about what I wanted to do, I went down the Job Centre to claim my 'free money'. The worst thing about it was that I actually resented the fact I had to stop playing Championship Manager and get on my bike once a week and go into town to sign on. Admittedly, I was a spoiled little twat.

Thing is, this was back in the days when it didn't take me long to get a job, once I got my arse in gear, and now I am gainfully employed in a job I like and doing OK. The worry would be that if I found myself in the same situation now, I really don't know what I'd do.

My old Uni careers service has my details on file for people who want to get into my industry, I hardly ever used to get emails, and I thought it was because no one wanted to do what I do. Recently I've had a few per month and I've realised that the sort of people emailing me now with desperate pleas for help and offering themselves up for unpaid work experience probably never needed to email me in the past because they just waltzed into graduate jobs.

Actually, I wonder if I could get any of them to suck me off....
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Fri 3 Apr 2009, 11:59, 2 replies)

Let us know if you do.
Pics or it didn't happen.
(Helixdaunting, Sat 4 Apr 2009, 1:51, closed)

Ha ha ha...
Clicks!
(aroe_m0rre, Mon 6 Apr 2009, 17:27, closed)