No sense of doubt...

So looking back at the few typos of the first post I intend to make this a much better written post, with less mistak es and more gooder.

Another day and another lack of rejection. The routine check of the email inbox, a slight knot in your chest when you see the email counter and hoping that maybe one of them could be a job offer. A seven figure pay check!

But no.

Obviously my rule has not been enforced yet.

It is funny really that when looking for a job you start with high expectations, hoping you will find that ideal job for you. But there never really is that ideal job because, lets face it, you actually have no idea what you really want to do. After a while it becomes a case of wanting to do anything that will bring in some money.

After going off to university everyone from the group of friends from home seem to be a little distant from each other. So I decided when I got back that I was going to try and get everyone back together. It proves a lot harder than you might think. To get everyone to come out on the same night takes a lot of effort! Mainly because no one will commit to anything unless others are going out.

Its a vicious circle really.

But being persistent will win out I think.

I have decided with each of my posts I will write a short story, a way to keep my writing going and not get a block with the serious pieces I am working on.

Jack had figured out his problem a long time ago. He didn't need to waste any time on sitting in on a sofa and talking at a person who was counting your words per minute; figuring out how much they were getting paid for each boring syllable you sprouted. He remembered seeing a pair of troll earrings, you remember those ugly little trolls with the fluorescent spike of hair. He asked his mother for them and she had said no, with a raised eyebrow, probably questioning why her seven year old son would want girls earrings. He had waited till her back was turned then slipped them into his pocket. He didn't even have pierced ears. Thats was his earliest memory of his problem, but for all he knew he could have been taking others building blocks even earlier.

It didn't matter what it was but he just could not help himself; a biscuit from the lunch ladies, a friend's lego man, a road closed sign, a brick, a clip for holding up a hanging basket and a pair of crampons (no not a tampon). As he grew so did his horde. One day at the age of sixteen he had taken a step back and looked at his many things and realised that he was a kleptomaniac.

People have always wanted to find a job doing something that they loved and Jack had managed to achieve that dream. As the years passed he got better and better and pilfering things. Being a thief had afforded him a lavish life style. He hung around the social elite; attended many a soiree, grand openings and unveilings. All the time using his charm and wit to scope out the value of each rich snob's estate.

The end to his lucrative condition was not what you might be expecting. Jack fell in love. At one of the events he so frequently attended he spotted the daughter of James Templeton. He knew, for a start, that going near the Templeton girl was a bad idea; her father being a renowned gangster. But as you may have guessed this was something of a turn on for poor Jack. He was always a confident young lad when in front of a crowd but this girl set his heart racing. He stumbled over his words and stole the generic chat up lines. In all, it did not go well. His life became a bit of a con after this. He followed the Templeton girl around, bumping into her to steal an earring or a necklace. Creating what could only be described as a shrine within his treasure trove.

It was not so obvious until he broke into her room one night intent on stealing something he could not return. Needless to say he was caught. And now we are here and up to date. My little girl is safe, and the Jack of knaves has found his way into a safe he is unlikely to be able to crack.