Panic

Ok with this massive journey coming up and everything it involves, including injections (which I still haven't sorted!), getting the right equipment, resisting the desire to spend money, planning what I am actually gonna do in each country and finally how I am going to survive, you would have thought that my panic this morning would have something to do with travelling.

You would be wrong!

I am paniking about jobs. What the hell am I gonna do when I get back. I have a 2:2 in physics for gods sakes, no real business experience,  no idea what I want to do and according to some sites I've seen I won't be eligible for 2007 entry into some graduate recruitment schemes. So when I get back I will be facing a load of fresh faced, young, eager 2:1-toating cocks competing with me for fewer jobs. What the hell am I gonna do?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. PANIC

bugger it. I'll just emigrate and herd sheep!