You don't miss your water til the well runs dry

I’m actually missing the supermarket. The job was mind-numbing, granted, but when your mind is a bit hyper-active and wanders off on its own when unchecked it’s sometimes good to have it numbed by menial tasks for a few hours. It’s also a month now since I heard any of Jared’s Pearls of Wisdom, and I have to say I miss him, in that strange way that you miss a spot that you’ve been playing with absent-mindedly for a week when it heals.
I’m glad I’m out, but I’m missing the stability of being employed, I think that’s what it comes down to. I’ve applied to a couple of Employment Agencies, but I nosed through one of the girl’s desks while she processed my info, and they’re oversubscribed by 23 people for every job they have on the books, so I don’t hold much hope. I did spot a sign in the newsagents asking for a janitor to work at the primary school, but I’m not sure I’m right for that position. Thinking back, if my school was an example, I’m sure you need to be a man in his sixties with only one pair of trousers, dubious stains on your jumper and a tendency to take four hours cleaning the boys toilets, sometimes armed with a camera.

RC 9-2-10