The clocks start ticking.

In exactly 27 hours, the travel bug will kick alive. I'll be on my way back to manchester, in prep for my exciting big hike, and almost immediatly after that, on a plane to Istanbul, and 3 days after that, Singapore. Its going to be a very long 12 days of walking, travelling and flying. But its going to be ace.

This makes up for the uncertainty for the future, and the difficult road ahead.

I am in a dilemna. I just got another rejection from a job, with the British Antartic Survey. It was a crap job that I didn't really want, and plus, i'd have to relocate to cambridgeshire. which is boring, cave-less and flat. But I thought I should just apply for it anyway.

There are other things on the plate that are so much more tasty and interesting, like the Research job in MMU, and the PhD in Leicester, but I know that they are long shots, miracles in themselves, even though they are on the top of the list of jobs that I really want. I know I shouldn't feel sorry for myself that I didn't get the BAS job, because I have even better things to hope for and look forward to, the job was right at the bottom of the list!! but I still can't help feeling a little pooped out from having 1 too many rejection letters from utterly shit jobs that I think i'm overqualified for.

Like what someone from the geology department said to me; it'll come eventually, and you wouldn't know it when it does, but it'll come soon enough, and it'll all be alright.