The Importance of Being Idle

This Must Be A Thursday, I Never Could Get The Hang Of Thursdays...

I think that by now my dislike of company application forms is well known, but the very worst of a bad lot are ones for civil service posts. They ask a huge number of bizarre things (like can they contact your high school - I mean, yeah if you like, but I haven't been there for HALF MY LIFE, so I'm not sure anyone would remember me), and expect you to remember precise details for all manner of things in your past, things that surely no-one knows. What's worse is that they then give you mulit-part essay questions designed to demonstrate your competencies in key areas. Can you remember the last time that, as a group, you had to take into account the feelings of one of the groups members, how you mediated with them, and what the eventual result was? No, neither can I...
Still, I bluffed my way through it (lets face it, I've zero chance of getting that job anyway, so its not really important) and now it is posted and away. Let's try to avoid any more of those in future.
My meeting/interview this morning wasn't great, in that it didn't result in the offer of a job or further interview, but it was good overall because now I'm on the books of two agencies, and its always nice to have somebody else do all the work for me. A suit wasn't a great idea this morning though, cos DAMN it was hot.
There was a documentary on TV last night about a woman with Dissociative Identity Disorder, what used to be known as multiple personality disorder, and it was really really weird and scary. Even though she's 31 her main central personality is only about four years old, and she has four 'helper' personalities that look after her and do things for her a lot of the time. None of the additional personalities are even remotely stable, they're combative and abrasive (although thats hardly surprising, the amount of abuse the poor girl suffered as a bairn was heart breaking), and even weirder, they all have their own 'room' inside her head. And when they go to their room she makes a little door slamming noise. Watching the various personalities argue about things and physically restrain the woman herself was just... I mean it should be sad and horrific, and it is, but its also fascinating. If we could work out how the additional personalities form, then I reckon we'd know a lot more about the human mind than we do now.
Ho hum.
Well I think that's all the news thats fit to print for now. I have, as ever, more applications to do, but I just don't have the energy or enthusiasm for 'em right now. So I think I'm gonna go and do... something else.

posted by BadMonkey @ 2:55 PM