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Job agencies should not call at 10am with possible jobs. I'd literally just rolled out of bed as the phone was thrust into my hand, so my conversation consisted of "Mmmm." "Mmmmmmmmm." "Mmm?" Then I told her I was away for two weeks over Easter and it was her turn to go "Mmmmmm?" Reassuring.

But it sounds okay. Can't imagine it'll pay much but it'd be better than the dole, which I have to go sign on to today. -_- Joyness. I really have to, because I need something to send those bastards the Student Loan Company to show them I haven't earned a million pounds since finishing university.

Oh and I've been promised that I'll be paid for the envelope-stuffing tomorrow. Yay! Even though those bastards the tax people will take a fortune off me that they shouldn't. Boo. I can't wait for April.

All of this thinking of money reminds me that I really want to buy the 101 Dalmations Platinum Edition but I shouldn't buy that and Stardust, so now I'm torn. And don't even mention Run, Fatboy Run. -_- That million pounds would be lovely.

Final money note: Wimbledon haven't used my cheque yet. Cue me fretting over if it got there or not. I double-checked it all but... *frets*