Computer says no

Right. The new computer still hasn't turned up. Being cut off from the rest of the world sucks under any circumstances but especially now with what's going on in Gaza.

I'm still reeling from the phone call. I really, really wanted that job. Since then I've had to make the awkward trip to the Job Centre to confirm that yes, I'm still unemployed. That yes, I'm still every bit as unemployable as I was the last time around. That yes, I'm still looking and willing to take just about any job.

I was told that I'm now eligible for salary support scheme, where a substantial chunk of my salary would be remunerated by the government- designed to entice prospective employers to hire "long-term unemployed, disadvantaged or those otherwise challenged job-seekers". Great. Those are all the exact qualifications I grew up hoping to have one day. 

This weekend I'm participating in a training session at the umbrella organization for NGOs working in the field of development cooperation. As one of the trainers, no less. They happen to have 2 internships available. This time paid, but without a doubt in the most measly manner possible. Judging by the advert they are geared for those still in the university. So, at 33, with an advanced degree and work experience in the most challenging circumstances known to man (war, evacuation. occupation, revolution) I'm competing for internships with people still in school. 

The counselor at the Job Centre told me not to get depressed and demotivated. Which under the current circumstances is bloody hard, I'll tell you. This morning I had yet another look at the jobs out there and there was an internship available at the National Loo Society. No, I'm not even kidding. What ever discernible talent I might have is literally going down the drain. 

While, according to that lovely lady at the Job Centre, I should "believe in myself and in the fact that I have a whole lot to offer to the world" I've reached the point where I find that extremely, increasingly hard. So, what did I do? I sent a sarcasm-laden application to a translating agency, stating how "in spite of my vast work experience and impressive degrees I only really have one special talent- my English". And how, even "aware of their agency's crap reputation for doing everything in their powers to undermine professional translators expertise and deprive them of the most fundamental rights and reasonable pay I'm still interested in working for them, contributing to  their quality and status as the market leader". 

See-that's how much I'm past caring. Integrity- so last season, dear. And what do you know- I was asked for an interview.