Friday, Oct. 14, 2005 - 3:15 p.m.

A couple of weeks ago I re-wrote the CV for one of my flatmates; she got an interview for the next job she applied for. I coached her on the presentation she needed to give at the interview and insisted she take print-outs of her powerpoint (lo and behold, their computer failed and she needed the print-outs), and hey presto she was offered the job. Same salary as I'm on (though not the same perks), seven years younger than me.

Why can't I get my own shit together for me?

(I didn't go to the interview I had lined up a week or two ago. Just doing the written component ahead of the "assessment centre" pissed me off so much I decided I really didn't want the job).

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