Life is like a box of chocolates

I know that I should write more often but well about what? My life at the moment is at a stand-still, while the country, France, is spiralling down into recession, people are going totally nuts: just the other day, a mother stabbed her ten-year old girl because she was playing with her PSP....and to top it all she let her five year old boy blame himself for the stabbing! Everyday when taking the underground there are delays due to suicide attempts...I mean frankly what can I write? I do wish I had some entertaining things to say (well apart from my cat playing with my husband's socks). And why exactly am I writing this anyway ?????

Actually I do have a short anecdote: I went to a job interview two days ago. It went really well I thought. When I came back I had a message from the temping agency asking me to call back. So I did. And the bloke said that they really really liked me but....(here we go I thought, and nothing had prepared me for this!) you will have to change your clothes. I am afraid but they want people to wear bright colours, especially this person who fled Iran because he found that women were dressed in black too much (?!? was that the only reason he fled ?????). I retorted that I could not afford to change my whole wardrobe (not that it is totally black, but I tend to wear some yes!). He then said that they appreciate people making an effort and wearing bright and cheerful colours.... Where is this country going? So first I was dismissed because my boss did not like the look of my face and now I am told to dress according to the fancy of one man? If I were to dress badly I could understand, but I am not and frankly I thought that remark was not welcome as I went to great length to be very smart that day...