Tomorrow I’m Off to Town to sign up with two employment agencies – something that granted I should of done by now but have been deeply, utterly procrastinating about.

I did have fuzzy-focused, running-through-buttercups fantasies of getting a cushy little part-time job and spending the rest of my days gardening and taking photos and thinking of something witty and concise to post on Twitter (which then will post through into Facebook, therefore boring everybody I know in one foul swoop).

Unfortunately the Other Harf has become very down in the dumps over his job and has taken to coming home, pouring himself a large glass of wine and bleating to anybody that will listen (I do turn down the telly) about how much it sucks and what complete incompetents those dickheads from the Big Office are and can he please just hand in his notice?

So in order for him to leave his job, I have to find myself one, and the Global Credit Crunch being as it is there are very few part-time jobs going at the moment, so it’s going to have to be full-time.

I’m a bit glum about it, but there’s nothing worse than having a job where you feel so utterly miserable and that you’re stuck in.

Now, where did I put those interview shoes….