I recently read an article that 'the EU Court of Human Rights had ruled against the use of crucifixes in Italian classrooms'. Seems like a sensible ruling to me. I mean, I know schoolchildren can be a bit unruly at times but that does seem to be taking things a little too far! The cane was was one thing... err... *ahem*

Anyways, from that bit of nonsense and onto other equally sensible things! Today at the shop was reasonably busy after the exceptional quiet of yesterday. We have new Christmas giftware in though which is a little bit scary. Christmas already?! And gifts?! I've really no idea what to be getting people this Christmas. I'm afraid all my good ideas have been used up and whilst the things in the shop are perhaps not quite so hideously tasteless as previous year's supplies have been I doubt that a miniature snow globe or photo frame surrounded meerkats is really going to appeal to my target audience. Oh well, there's more than a month to go yet and my brains have other things to obsessively worrying about at the moment.

Among those things are tomorrow's appointment with, what I imagine will be, a very nice and friendly from the 'Intraining' company. These are the people who are going to be taking over efforts from the people at the jobcentre in helping me find gainful employments. Whether anything will come out of it, well, I can but wait and see. In the meantime though my brain seems to be eagerly taking this opportunity of meeting new people as the perfect excuse for a little extra pointless anxiety. These are strange sensations, particularly since I know perfectly well there's nothing to worry about, but they remain unpleasant. It really is nonsense on stilts though. I mean the interview itself will be in a room directly above the place where this morning I've been teaching (if in a little uncertain and haphazard manner) other people how to use computers. Why doesn't my exceptionally dense brain learn not to be so nervous about these things? Stupid personality.

Oh well, after my interview I will then have to scamper off for a thrillingly tedious appointment to sign on at the jobcentre. I still have to go through that bit despite my support being given over to the other company. One of the fun idea my brain seems to be trying to invent for me to be frightened about is that either my first appointment will be of a such a duration (it's at 10, I sign on at 11:50) that I'll be late at the jobcentre or some general confusion between the two will lead me to being, err, eaten by a passing hydra or something maybe? Heh, well it's about as much sense as my fears usually make but it doesn't seem to stop me feeling them. To be fair though the jobcentre has once already managed to cancel claim for no reason, which made for a fun couple of weeks.

Hm, anyways, the purpose of this little entry, besides making that terrible joke at the beginning which I'm secretly quite pleased with, was to try in some way to point out just what nonsense on stilts these nerves of mine are. I doubt it will change much but still hopefully I'll pile up enough evidence one of these days that maybe I shall learn just a little confidence. Just enough to get by and be myself. Just enough that the little bunny rabbit that be operating the controls might actually press the buttons to which I direct it.