Last night, to the delight of my parents, I received a phone call from a friend asking if I'd like to go out to Thame, scouting out jobs. I twitched and said yes, like the good little girl I am, whilst simultaneously thinking, Huzzah! Money! and God no, WORK.

Not that our search proved very fruitful. We wandered up and down the streets of Thame, which actually has a surprising amount of shops- I usually mentally block out the ones I'm not interested in, ie most of them. But no, we discovered many jewellers, fancy ladies' clothing shops and some nice art galleries. Unfortunately, none of those were very interested in two experience-free 16 year olds. Having decided to both apply for the same jobs, so at least one of us would end up with money, we ended up applying for housekeeping in a hotel (me? cleaning? whaaaaaat?) and, joy of joys, a meswear shop. But as the lady at the desk raised her eyebrow in a derogatory fashion as we said we were both interested, and remarked that they'd already seen a number of applicants, I don't think that will be happening. Still, she did take down our names and numbers, so that's something. Except she wrote 'Fiano' as opposed to Fiona, which we decided was actually a pretty cool name.

I came back with an application for Martins, the Newsagents, which thinking about it I probably won't bother with as it's just a Saturday job, and like my mum pointed out, I may as well go for Waitrose if i want to work Saturdays as they're better employers. I'm sure her saying that had nothing to do with the discount she'd scab from me for the John Lewis Partnership.

So, it's looking like I'll have a quick glance round the shops in Aylesbury before giving up my dignity and applying for a job as shelf filling monkey in Waitrose.

Rubbish.