So, in terms of jobsearch, I have had a couple of rejections now. I am only counting the ones that mean something to me. The ones where I really wanted the jobs, where I took care over my application and where I believed absolutely (and this is rare) that I could do those jobs, do them well, and enjoy them. Continue reading Fall Seven Times. Stand Up Eight. Don’t Cry.
I used to think psychoanalysis was self-indulgent, middle-class claptrap. Those people I knew who spent a fortune and several hours a week on therapy were more bonkers than the rest of us. They were manifestly not getting any better from it. Continue reading Navel Gazing
I froze. The man on the radio said his research enabled him to predict, within half an hour of listening to them talking, which couples would split. And the killer clue was: contempt. Continue reading Contempt: the Relationship Canary
I used to read stuff like ‘you can taste the love’ and think ‘phooey!’ Now I’m not so sure. Continue reading My Food Tastes Of Resentment
I’m trying to say ‘yes’. Continue reading More Input!
Last night they searched our bags as we entered the building, which is unusual when you are going to a movie in a London suburb. Continue reading Mommie Dearest
When I started the course I had been thinking about what to do for a living, but I hadn’t exactly been looking. I hadn’t known where to look. Continue reading Don’t Keep Me In Suspenders*