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Right, so I am supposed to be interviewed this afternoon by people on behalf of Glasgow City Council regarding LGBT* things and community support and whatever. I keep freaking out and thinking that I'm a shitty representative of the community because I'm heteromarried (never mind that I'm sure they're interviewing loads of other people). And I have to keep reminding myself that I am queer in sexuality and queer in gender and they should understand that there are people like me in their community, not just the standard 'gays and lesbians' that well-meaning straight people think of when they think of The Community. Not that it is bad to be one of those people, just that there are more of us in the queerness.
I get paid for my time, it's all okay.
Still do not have a job, despite sending out loads of applications. My latest panic is that people are going to think I'm a bum because I have what appear to be gaps in employment at a perfunctory glance of my CV. I had a wedding, a dissertation, and months of waiting on the Border Agency, okay? Please give me a chance to explain as much!
And I have overdue fines at the library, shit.
I think the anxiety is what caused my IBS attack. Worst I have ever had, zomg woe.
* Their acronym, not mine.
I get paid for my time, it's all okay.
Still do not have a job, despite sending out loads of applications. My latest panic is that people are going to think I'm a bum because I have what appear to be gaps in employment at a perfunctory glance of my CV. I had a wedding, a dissertation, and months of waiting on the Border Agency, okay? Please give me a chance to explain as much!
And I have overdue fines at the library, shit.
I think the anxiety is what caused my IBS attack. Worst I have ever had, zomg woe.
* Their acronym, not mine.