Joblessness

Last week I joined the ranks of the great unwashed. Not that this has actually stopped me from going to work – I mean I have a job, I’m just not getting paid for it. If nothing else, going to the lab gets me somewhere warm, and stops unwise self experimentation on the effects of a diet composed entirely of twix bars.

I’m applying for jobs all over the world now. London, Holland, Germany, Singapore.

Singapore? What the fuck? I don’t speak the language, I’d never get any work done as I’d be in a restaurant all day and I’d never survive the flight over. What was I thinking.
I wonder if they import twix or double decker bars.

Oh. And Antarctica. I think you get to travel by sea for that one.