carry (400)

the books are heavy, stacked awkwardly into her arms and balanced somewhere at mid-neck. she holds them stiffly, balancing her body into tiny steps and if she moves her arm she's sure her elbow will crack. she carries a tote bag that once had been looped over her shoulder, though the straps gave up the fight… Continue reading carry (400)

Day 33

I think it's Day 33 of the year. Either way, it's now February and jeez, when did that happen? Didn't we just welcome in 2015? I had my job interview thing on Friday, I've inferred that it was a sort of screening thing. I may or may not have a second interview, depending I guess on… Continue reading Day 33

Progress, Of a Sort

Well, you guys, the job applications have been marching on. Or, I don't know about marching, but I've been finding things and applying for them, so... I guess they're sort of limping? Or they're walking up a mountain, but it's a bit rocky and it's rained recently, so it's a bit slow-going. (And I wish it… Continue reading Progress, Of a Sort

Sneaking Back to Internet

So much for posting every day, as I intended to thirteen days ago. In my defence, I went from my job-seeker course straight to a placement for work experience and the alphabet has been rearranged. Did you guys know that? I didn't. I've spent over forty hours in a library this week, which is a bibliophile's… Continue reading Sneaking Back to Internet

The Placement

So, you guys know I've been doing this course that helps you get a job? I received a call from one of the mentors, that I've already been found a work-experience placement. Two weeks of work. The placement is close to home: I can walk it in twenty minutes. Twenty-five if I really take my time, fifteen… Continue reading The Placement

Secrets of a Library

So, today I was browsing the library shelves, as I am wont to do. It's generally a pretty pleasant experience - that is, when there aren't small children treating it as a playground. I grew up on libraries being Quiet Places, where you sit and read and browse. You don't go running and shrieking around.… Continue reading Secrets of a Library