Courtesy of my gorgeous boyfriend, my CV is now ready to be distributed among the Coventanarians and their jobsies that they may or may not want to give me. This time, I wont be accepting just any shitty job, and it CERTAINLY will not be a call centre job as I am now on suicide watch at work incase I throw myself out of one of the windows.

I was hoping when I started with my company that there would be ga zillions of oppurtunities. They certainly made it out that way in the interview and implied with my experience, I would be one of the first in the promotional lineage. What I have been faced with is the brutal reality that because the jobs here are so cushty after you slave the call centre and because they do pay well compared to most other companies, no fucker wants to leave the high and mighty and so the jobs that someone actually wants to do, never actually come up!

Let the searches commence!

I think im turning into a house bitch.. I keep on "cooking"... and last night I even managed to season some pork chops (only with pepper but its a start!) mash potato (from potatoes and not from smash!) and vegetables (frozen, but we are getting there slowly but surely!) Tonight, it is sweet and sour chicken with rice and vegetables...before long Im going to be cooking my own bloody lasagne!

Small steps Adie.. SMALL STEPS!! xxxxx