"erm..." i replied.
Erm indeed.
The longer this 'Welfare-Flavoured-Sabbatical' of mine goes on, the more difficult it gets. Its like trying to run through treacle.
The difficulties do not lie in finding work as such - there's no denying that there is work out there that i am more than capable of doing - the difficulties are in my own response to the 'sabbatical' itself, the isolation, the insecurities, the loneliness of it and the fact that all the silences of that solitude deafens me...or do i just have my fingers in my ears, its hard to tell anymore.
I dont know for sure whether I am here by my own design or i am here by circumstance and karma?
I feel emotionally flat packed i suppose. Boxed and ready for a random someone/anyone to take me home and reconstruct, only for them to find that significant pieces are missing, whilst insignificant pieces are duplicated three or four times. So there i am, unequipped and incapable of operating to the specifications laid out in the glossy photos in the catalogue....doomed to be returned to the warehouse or worse...
So to answer the question ; Erm.... i've been pondering about the facetiousness of the modern job market, the lies we are all encouraged to tell, the make-up and masks we are told to wear... i might as well become a jobbing actor. Ooh... now thats not such bad idea, do you have a reference number for that?
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