Circling the doldrums, so I decide to plea.

My Man Piece has only been gone a few hours, but already I am Sulky McSulkerson.


<Enter rant here about not being able to get a job so I can move to Wellington and be with him and also how awesome it would be to have money again>

Also wanting to gorge myself on bad foods. I am already thinking of ordering Hells Pizza for dinner.


I’ve already had McDonald’s – Bacon and Egg bagel – for breakfast (not to mention the plate of hashbrowns for lunch)

*decides to send out plea to any journalism organisations residing in Wellington*

Dear Media of Wellington,

I’m awesome. I write well and I want to move to Wellington.

Did I mention I’m TEH AWESOME.

Hire me, please.

Yours faithfully,


Life begins again with two phone calls.

Nothing terribly exciting today, so it will be short and sharp. Most likely. I may end up ranting a bit, as I tend to do.

Had a rather good night’s sleep, so I am feeling much better now. Tummy bug seems to be going or uber-stress is fading.

The day began with two phone calls. The first was from a friend who has managed to hook me up with some work to do with the Christchurch Earthquake. Just a bit of compiling information, we’ll say it, for NZHerald.


Second call was from the Manawatu Standard. I guess I forgot to mention I had an interview with them last week. Needless to say, it did not go well under the circumstances. I did not get the reporting job there. I am not surprised though. I could barely string a coherent sentence together.

I did decide to go through with the interview though. It had been set up pre-bad news and I did contemplate cancelling, but I thought Granddad would not want me to do that. As he was always asking me, “How’s the job hunt going?” He was always keen to know what I was up to next and to hear about what I was writing.

I am un-phased by this news. I guess I’m not yet back in the right frame of mind to fully get back in to things. Taking is slow, I’ll get there.

I am my Father’s bitch.

It was so uncomfortably hot. And not just temperature hot, but high humidity hot, so it was also ridiculously uncomfortable.
I couldn’t even work in my room, it was that hot.
I moved out to the breakfast bar and did work down there. Work being the fairly loose term. Basically I was doing cover letters for job applications. That is my full-time job currently. I could still feel the sweat sliding down my back though.
But in working down in the kitchen, I have to endure Father. He was trying to convince me to put advertising on my blogs. I am unsure about this. I don’t do these blogs to make money, I do them for fun and ultimately “shits and giggles”.
I also don’t think I have enough traffic coming here for it to be worth-while. Sure, I get some, you guys that religiously read the events of my mundane life are awesome. But to actually make good money from advertising on your blog? You need high numbers of traffic, like more than 100 hits a day. Just to pick a random number off the top of my head, which is actually not backed up with any scientific proof.
It’s just not something I think I even want on my blog. But Father seems to think I am sitting on a gold mine.
So what do you guys think? To advertise or not? Will it ruin the look of my blog? Will it seem like I’m selling out? Comment or tweet me.
However, I do have to say Father is a pretty quick thinker and he usually has pretty good ideas.
Example 1: Conversation with Father today.
Father: “Dr Rapley swings into action!”
Me: “So, what? That makes me nurse?”
Father: “No, that makes you my bitch.”
When did Father learn that term!? Obviously, he is learning how to use more than just Facebook. Hmm.
Another development today. Man Piece and I now have our own hashtag – #splathro.
Apparently we’re going to be having lots of little #splathros.
*runs and hides*
Oh, and cold shower’s rule!

< Insert really awesome witty heading here. >

Once again, I haven’t done much with my day. I’m starting to wonder whether anyone actually cares. Of course no one cares. I’m writing about myself. That’s the most boring thing of all.

Either way I am going to continue writing these inconsequential posts, because it means that I am writing something every day. Even if it is just bollocks.

Although today, I got thinking. John Key announced the general election is to be on November 26 this year. I’m actually kind of excited. I’m a politics nerd. I can only hope that I can get into a newsroom before then. The chances are high, it being 10 months away and all.

However, the point I am trying to make is, that @Harfish suggested I begin a politics blog. He said I should call it “The Apathetic Journalist’s Election Coverage”. But me being me, I need to tweak it a bit and thought of calling it: “The Apathetic Journalist’s Guide to the Election”.

It could be really cheeky and smarmy. I could even do some posts like “A Day in Parliament”, because I’m going to be spending a bit of time in Wellington this year because of Man Piece.

It would keep me writing and be about a topic that I have a passion for and knowledge of. Seems like a done deal actually. Guess I just have to create it. But if anyone has any other ideas (as I am still in the planning stages) let me know, either in the comments below or via twitter.

Well that was a bit of a detour.

I managed to kind of clean the other half of my room. The half that wasn’t really messy, just had a lot of stuff piled on top of each other. But in doing that, I decided to put some handbags on TradeMe to get rid of them, because I never use them anymore. Plus, it gets me a bit of extra cash, which I’m kind of lacking lately. <insert angry rant about being unemployed, again>

Oh, and what a perfect segueway into my next angry rant – another job rejection. It comes from a fairly large paper. Not going to name which. Its’ rejections now number three. Doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying with it, because it is not the winning rejector. Another fairly large paper is winning with five.


Anyway, Mother had eye surgery again today, so Father and I went up to see her after he got home from work. She seems alright, was a bit dopey, but we don’t know how the surgery when yet. Should find out tomorrow when she comes home.

Then I decided to get Hells for dinner, because by the time we got home it was almost 8pm. Father had bowling,  so I got it delivered. The delivery dude totally judged me.


It was one of those, looks you up and down and doesn’t say anything silent judging, where you just know they are doing it.

I do have to admit I was paying close attention to him, because I was kind of checking him out. I tend to do that ever since I first saw that episode of Gilmore Girls when it’s Rory’s first night at college. They get a whole heap of food delivered to her dorm room and they have various criteria they need to rate on each of the chosen take-aways. One of the criteria that is rated is the hotness of the delivery guy.


Moving along…

Didn’t do any job applications today. I think I overdosed yesterday. Will do more tomorrow, as I have nothing planned in the evening (not that I ever have anything planned in the evenings) but tonight just kind of got away on me by doing other stuff.


I do a little bit of stalking, but am still productive. DOES NOT COMPUTE.

So Friend decided to come around today at short notice, but she made it up to me by bringing pizza (good meaty pizza) and ice-cream.

We just sat around talking, interwebbing and watching The Ugly Truth.

There might have been also a little bit of stalking of people we went to high school with. Just a little bit.

I’m sure you all do it. Don’t judge.

After friend left, I showered. I figured it was 4pm, I might as well embrace the life of the unemployed stereotype because I might be in it for awhile.

Then went for an exceptionally long walk to try and work off the pizza. In fact I doubled my usual walk and added the entire park in. All the while Muse blasting through my headphones.


I have then been sitting on the internet for the remainder of the night and watching TEEVEE.

Yeah, this is my life.

However, I was very productive and applied for four jobs, YES FOUR!


Three in Wellington, one in Christchurch. One of them was also a retail job, instead of journalism/communication based. One of them was not technically a job either, just a contributor. So I don’t actually get paid :-/.

But it will be writing, for a legitimate source, which is better than nothing.

An unemployed journalist must do what an unemployed journalist must do.

In my case, it may included getting any job and get out of Hastings, for my own sanity.

The money will also be nice. To, yanno, start paying off that loan.

Rant of the day goes to online applications asking for your current employer details and having the * for “you must fill this in”. OR ELSE.

I don’t have a current employer. SO WHAT DO I DO!?

Rage, that’s what I do.

Furthermore, why do I need to write all my referees out when they are all detailed on my CV, which I have attached!?

This requires a very severe head shaking.


And this is where I will end this post. I’m currently watching Gossip Girl on TEEVEE, yeah it’s late. *cough* 3am *cough*