well here i am at ground zero. the beginning. the birth. the alpha and the omega. a little dramatic? me thinks so too. but what do you expect from a failed actress/aspiring screenwriter?
i'm sitting here in a tiny hot and stuffy cramped cupboard posing as a legit office space for a 'work for the dole' scheme. you know, one of those schemes where the government throws money at people to help ease societies woes and then doesn't check up on the funding recipients progress to ensure that that natural human proclivity to lie, bullshit and decieve any way we can to steal a buck isn't hindering my job searching efforts.
*sigh*
they also never seem to take into account the governmental tradition of throwing money at organisations that are set-up soley to receive that money by people who have no real interest or passion for the organisation they set-up. this tends to lead to a waivering of commitment on the money receivers part. it's kinda like throwing hundred dollar bills on to the surface of a river and sending unemployed plebs like me a kilometre down river to wait for the money to float to our hands. either the money sinks before hand or is ruined by the journey and is too wet and soggy to do anyone any good. any money that does survive the trip ends up only helping a few and not as many as the government promised. they don't tell you about the big wet river where all your tax dollars are sinking into; never reaching the likes of me. so i sit here notching up my googling levels ( a bit like warcraft or such. the more you google the more google power you gain-hmm i don't think that makes sense) and not really furthering my employment prospects.
oops, just been told i can go home. see ya!
