What is job?

My dream job is playing for Brazil. Except if there was a job description then in the 'essential' section of the job description it would say to be good at football and also be Brazilian. I'm shit at football and not Brazilian.

Alright then, I'm back. It has only been a day but I'm gonna be busy for a few days. Plus SHITLOADS has happened. Well, shitloads for someone who is unemployed. I've decided to volunteer for stuff, which is exciting. Until you remember you aren't getting paid. I volunteered at the library and then I realised that the lady who runs it is my girlfriend's friend's mum. Brilliant, good way to use your networking skills, Chris, I just emailed the council like a right douche. 

Went to Meadowhall yesterday too and bought some unemployment trousers from Topman. They only cost me £4.80. How actually mint is that?! To be honest that is about all that has happened. I finished reading Game of Thrones book 5 part 1 too. But now everyone is dead basically so it doesn't really matter. I'm fairly sure one of the chapters is gonna be from the perspective of a horse or like Old Nan's knitting needle with the way Georgey is going. I also spent most of last night watching the count-o-meter thing on my blog because I get obsessive like that and I was really pleased it crawled up to over 100 in a day! Cheers guys, you must really like the fact I don't have a job. Also a nod to Kieran Murphy who pointed out that I haven't just finished an MSc but an MA. For all the good it has done me thus far I may as well have done an NVQ level 1 in Medieval History. Though it isn't a particularly vocational subject.

Alas, back on track. Track! Trains! I applied to work at the National Railway Museum. Which all you train enthusiasts should probably know, is a museum in the UK about trains. score! Used to full on love trains when I was a kid. Trains and Lego. I've applied for a train job and I'm very excited.

The thing is I bet he has a mint job as like a pilot or maybe a rockstar

The rest of my day has been peppered with shit. Not literal shit luckily. I went on a rather melancholy run and I vacuumed the flip out of my house. Plus the fridge man came and didn't fix the fridge - good work Indesit. The fridge engineer, Tony, (or engineer 85515 as he likes to be called by his friends) told me I was definitely Irish and then also told me everything he knew about remote controlled helicopters. For real.

Anywayyyyyyy. Back to life. This picture always makes me feel happy. Also those gerkins are totally gonna sting his eyes.

A Bed amongst Gods.

Unemployment fact I found out today: I can make my bed well good when I have a whole working day to do it.

Running Status: Getting slower

Skyrim Status: Firing arrows at people, but not very accurately.

FIFA Status: Scored a hattrick with Lukas Podolski. Jumped around like it mattered.