My poor Skaven. I so want to paint some, but my stupid, mockery of a life is getting in the way.
I have been looking for some kind of regular employment for six months now. Before this, for six months, I was working part-time at an advertising agency. Prior to this, I spent six months looking for work. A pattern is emerging.
And now, six months after knockback after knockback, it all happens at one time. I am filling in at a media place, and then I get not one, but two calls for job interviews. I really do think my life is some kind of elaborate farce.
At least some good may come of this. Money for Skaven!