There's only so many times I can comment on world affairs before I start saying the same old things. That kind of sums up the world pretty neatly in my view. Hearing the news that syrian troops have attacked civilians, greek demonstrators have attacked anything, or a british MP has attacked another for not being able to change things for the better, does not really suprise me any more. Well it wouldn't would it?

So as I prepared to type out a blog entry last night I did think that I would struggle. In fact, I couldn't think of anything worth mentioning at all. Eventually I gave up up and went to bed. Then, as I slumbered in the small hours of this morning, my neighbour came to the rescue with a thoughtful and timely crescendo of banging doors. Cheers mate. Needed that.

Sausages

Job sites are fun things aren't they? Lists of wonderful vacancies paying lots of money if only you had the right skills, experience, and bits of paper to wave at the very fussy employer. I must admit I'm getting very tired of the job application ritual. If one more employer asks me why I want to work for his company, I swear I really will tell him the horrible gritty truth.

But first I need to find that fantastic opportunity. There's a website I use quite a lot now, purely because they feature more vacancies than the others, and every week I trawl through the vacancies in a valiant effort to find one that doesn't require thirty years of experience in the field of sausage making, or Higher National Degrees in Tubular Sausagemeat Containment. You know what I mean.

Today, just to make life intersting, the website decided not to process my applications. Every time I clicked on 'apply' the page merely refreshed itself. Oh sausages....