Jobless

There comes a certain point after being a bum for over a month that you begin to feel a little down and frustrated. I haven't worked for over 6 weeks now and it's driving me crazy. Not so much the not working part - that's nice - more the unknown and unsettled-ness. We finally got ourselves a flat (managed to secure it while sacrificing the first half of the All Blacks annihilation of England - worth it because it's a two bedroom flat with a garden for the same price as what we were paying in Witney). But now, the pressure's on even more because we've all of a sudden got expences to pay!

I've been told that I should be looking for a PA position - cool, most likely means more money, but nothing still has come up - and the waiting is killing me. Moan moan moan - I know God has it all in control - he knows I need a job, and yet I still get impatient. How flippin ungrateful am I?

Anyway, there's so much more to write about - that second Hillsong post, our trip to France, London, but to be honest I'm not in the mood. You might catch me a little more chatty shortly, assuming a job finds me...

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