Not working out

So, the job hunt continues. The applications numbers 58-65 have just been sent out. A government agency I've been trying to find a job for ages with is looking to hire loads of people so fingers crossed. I even gave in and applied for one that isn't located in my city. Which would  mean dreaded relocation to the other end of the country. Not thrilled about that prospect, but that's how determined I am to find a job. 

I need something to get out of the bed for. In need of a better excuse I signed up as an extra in a film. As an added bonus it's about a prime minister which means I get to wear business suits and at least look like a respectable member of society. I was also asked to participate on another, smaller scene. Which got me thinking...

If camera adds 10 pounds... I better lose 20 before that. I was even thinking about giving  that Pilates a go, but the enthusiasm (once again) wore off (not so) surprisingly swiftly. But on the other hand, I do lead a very active life:

I exercise (poor judgment when it comes to men)

I walk (away with a broken heart)

I surf (the net)

I run (out of money)

Now that I can add film extra on my professional pursuits, I've tried my hand at pretty much everything. In addition to actual jobs I've tried bar tending, working as an election official, baby-sitting, market research, transcribing depositions for a huge trial that now, a decade on still hasn't even started... I've even done medical trials! Prostitution is one of the few things yet to dabble with, and that's the one thing with money in it, what ever the state of the global economy. Too bad I'm such a pathetic prude...