We are the lost generation.  The generation that has no need to fear redundancy because we will never land that first job to set us off on the path to redundancy.  I need to stop reading the newspaper again.  With all the talk of MP's expenses I started to read the newspaper again, for almost a week I had no idea what was going on.  I didn't even know what expenses were.  But at least it was a new topic, something that wasn't going to plunge me further in to sadness.  So I waved my little white flag and surrendered myself to the news.  Reading about MPs spending stupid amounts of money on moats and scotch eggs isn't the best news for a girl with no money but it was nice to see these people get a public thrashing for their misbehaviour.  And then came June, the end of the educational year.  Thousands of new graduates flooding the labour market.  Could the newspaper make it sound any worse for these poor individuals, the class of 2009?  My only question... what happened to the class of 2008?  The forgotten class.  Where were our headlines?  Where was our sympathy?  Since January the focus has been on how hard it will be for the class of 2009, what about how hard it already is for the class of 2008?  As a fully fledged member of the class of 2008 I wish to take this opportunity to complain.  To moan and whine.  To hate the class of 2009 for having a year of bliss at university while the class of 2008 struggles on with no news headlines.  So this is to all the 2008ers out there.  The graduates that left education filled with optimism and hope only to be hit smack bang in the face with an iron door as the recession hit a month later.  We did get a mention in a BBC article the other week, we got around two sentences worth.  It has been bad for us, but it will be even worse for the 2009 graduates.  Once again, the class of 2008 has vanished.  Our wasted year has been forgotten, despite continuing unemployment and depression our extra year isn't worth mentioning next to this tragic year for the newbies.  I could have screamed when a news story about the poor 18 year old A level students came on, I'm not even going to go in to that.

Now don't get me wrong, as a depressed nutjob as a result of this recession I have every sympathy for the new batch of unemployed graduates.  I simply wish there was more recognition of the struggles of the 2008 batch.  So this is to all my unemployed peers; the 1st class honours designer who no longer feels able to apply for graduate roles a year later, the Oxford graduate who has so far only succeeded in a temporary Christmas job in Boots [lucky bitch, I didn't even get that far], the best friend who has had to return to her native South America while her daddy couldn't afford to keep her living here jobless.  To all those stuck in admin and retail, and certainly to those who can't even land such crummy jobs because we are 'overeducated'.  Bring on a general election; I didn't vote Labour in 2005, I didn't ask for this.  Perhaps it would have happened under Conservative rule.  But, of course, it is a very British trait to blame the government for everything that went wrong and believe that your party would not have made the same mistakes so today I am proud to say I am British, very British.

In other news, it is Glastonbury this week.  Booooooooooo, bring on the rain!!!  I have had to hide the boyfriend from the Facebook newsfeed.  I'm dreading the loneliness as he forgets my existence for almost a week as it is, I don't need his regular countdown updates to remind me.  The little brother is on a school holiday all week too so that is a vital distraction missing too.  However, he has let me borrow his Wii for the week so I won't hold it against him.  The mother has saved the day for Wednesday ......with tickets to see Take That.  I was devastated when they split up, I cried for days.  I was only 8 years old but they were my first boyband love.  I got to see them for my birthday mere months before they declared it was the end [which they swore at the time was never going to happen, liars!].  I feel I may still hold some resentment towards them for breaking my young heart as I havn't quite jumped on the band wagon this time around.  But mother has been wanting to get me tickets to see them since they reformed so when her friend couldn't go she pounced on her and bought them.  She said I could take a friend but her voice said otherwise, like an eager child screaming "pick me, pick me" I couldn't possibly take anyone else.  I didn't really have anyone else available to take, but I would have taken her anyway.


Jobs Applied For_ 0
Tears_ 0 [I have been 'clean' for 4 days]
5-a-day?_ Still no appetite, I did have a small tomato in a sandwich though and my daily apple juice... a little is better than nothing