Unemployment sucks

I'm getting pretty tired of not having a job. Actually I'm tired of many many things, but in general these are traced back in a long chain to me needing a job. There's been plenty of applications but almost as many regections and a huge dollop of sod all.

Who wants to get turned down for jobs like, *rifles through files (unsucessfully)* something writer and whatchamacallit assistant. If I'm getting turned down I'm gonna get turned down for something I really, really want. So on the off chance that the relevent authorities read these pages:

Dear Mr Spielberg,

I am writing to express my interest in a position at your theme park that I saw advertised in Coventry. I am hoping to work in the area of science journalism and working with a company like yours would be a wonderful opportunity.

I have a great interest in science and technology and recently completed a masters degree in Science Communication. Having spent a year in the nexus between production and delevery of science, I am keen to continue with you. The degree did involve a great deal of dressing up and making noise and I feel this makes me a strong candidate for this position.

While studying in Bristol, I visited the zoo on a number of occasions and encountered many birds and reptiles, which I feel would count towards the necessary research for a position such as this. I also spent a lot of time wearing green and roaring, which I'm sure will be of benefit.

I think I would make an excellent dinosaur in Jurassic Park and look forward to your responce.

Yours sincerely,

"Tyrannosaurus" Doug Kitson