Waiting waiting waiting!

I hate waiting, oh deary me I am not very good at being patient, so imagine this. I'm into my second week of waiting to see if I've got a runner's job at my dream company. Well it's reality and warrrrgh, I want to know the answer, either way!! Fingers crossed!!

On the other side, I really hate writing covering letters. I just can't seem to talk about myself and say why I want to work for a company without feeling like a total and utter prick! :(

I had a nice weekend with my boyfriend, we went hiking in the Peak District, got the train to Hathersage, hiked up to and aong Stanage Edge and back. It was nice but all a bit "let's keep moving" because if we missed the train we wouldn't get home until 11pm. The long weekend was nice too, but... meh. It's the classic "it's not him, it's me." I think the reason it was all a little meh is because I am actualy fairly depressed right now. I need to see the doctors about a diet and exercise plan, and although I really don't want to, I might go and see them about my depression. When you feel like you're useless, fat, ugly, slow, thick and the world is laughing at you and there is no point to anything, it's time to get help.

I love TV, I love working in it, but I'm so mired in the depression of unemployment and living in the middle of sodding nowhere, that I can't see the wood for the trees. :(

Jules xx