Job hunt continues vol. 90

This job hunt is a joke. Almost 90 applications sent out so far. Or...am I imagining all that?

I even applied for a job as an assistant in a law firm. Now I think I'm genuinely toying with the idea of applying for a flight attendant course. Why else did I get all these degrees and qualifications if not to serve coffee or tea and be sexually harrassed in 11 languages by drunken idiots to fat to fit in their seats? And it's a budget airline which means no considerable perks such as weekly shopping sprees in New York or daiquiris on a beach in Dubai.

Today, at the Job Centre (seriously, can anyone think of a more depressing way to start a sentence?) I saw one of the most popular actors in the country registering asn an unemployed. What chance do the rest of us have then?

I know beggars can't be choosers but even still I've decided to ignore a post I saw for a secretary at the office of the medical faculty. The post-mortem department to be precise. These days my dreams are frighteningly vivid already- featuring international rescue operations and family reunions. I really don't need any new material for my Technicolour nightmares...

I've also decided not to get my hopes up about any of the projects The Director has been bragging about. Turned out he has continued his adorable and oh, so professional way of calling people at 3am, drunk, and slagging them off. He's fired everyone else from the film crew at least twice. No contracts on the splitting the proceeds for the DVD we made on that rock band have ever been seen.

Overqualified, inexperienced and unemployed. What a winning combination...