Lost in the Void

It has been over two months since I left Birmingham and made one of the biggest decisions of my life: to move to London. At the time, everything seemed great. I had a job waiting, my overdraft as a lifeline, and a plan, albeit a rather vague one. But as was kind of anticipated, it hasn't worked out at all like I hoped it would. My job was commission only, and required me to work endless hours, sapping more money on travel than it paid, on many random and mostly unnecessary trips to the outskirts of London and beyond, to horrible wastelands like Devon even, which is way beyond my comfort zone. So after six weeks of working in a dingy, unorganised shit-hole of an office, with a group of people best described as a cult, and learning how quickly a grand can disappear in London, I quit. More specifically, I had a couple of friends stay over one Thursday night, got talking about how much I hated my job, and didn't set an alarm for the next day. Or the next. So ultimately, like quite a few other graduates I know, I am on benefits. So after two weeks (or more, I have lost track of the days) of sat in the apartment leafing through sales and marketing jobs in all their deceptive guises, and giving up in exasperation, I'm going to make use of my spare time and thoughts by trying to keep up with blogging. As much as I intend it to be meaningful, and not just a mixture of cynicisms and complaints, due to the current circumstances it may inevitably end up that way, so for anyone interested enough to read this, sorry about that.