Bendy as a ballerina made of jelly

Apparently, in Scotlandio, it is to be minus one tonight - so not so much a late summer, as a disaster of an autumn then.
Fairysparkle still pursues the new job idea - and is frustratingly in the position of being told she might, might might have an interview - and in between sends her CV off to random place like the bank. But banks who like to say yes, say, what, a creative individual in the money business - no you crazee woman, you too flouncy for the bank.
I was dared to wear as much makeup as I could last week by the pixies - and went into the back with stony expression, my face covered from forehead to neck in technicolour. When the pixies saw me, they were like NO WAY. My adoptable pixie, age 5, and mental as a fruitloop, was like -ARGH! I LOVE YOU, YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL!

The rest of the pixies were like, please don't take us to the park, we don't know you.
The pixie known as Sugarboy, topped my level of freakery by eating half a pancake covered with one inch thick of margarine in one swallow yesterday.

Weather knows no bounds for little pixies and their evil masters (that's us, the staff, not their spirit guides), we go to the park everyday we can. And the evil masters sit on the swings and go - look at us we are working so hard - isn't pixiecare hard work, eh? We have an agency staff member just now, and she is like - but it is freezing. If four years of playing outside with hands like icy claws hasn't hardened my immune system in anyway, then what has been the point of my SVQ 2 in playing/working?

It's a bit of a funny dilemna right now - I want a job that maybe even uses some of my skills. It needs to be less physical than it is now - more sitting please, and less running around. But, I am aware I work with a stupendously good team. The kind of team where if you feel crap, they really do actually hug you. The disheartening thing is - if you have to fit a job around a disability -well, it's not like the market is teaming with opportunities.

The whole - how can the workforce become more adaptable to us disabled bodies, especially the hidden disability kind rankles in my head with not many answers. Or does it? See, me and my fellow knackered and creamcrackered friends have totally sussed it. We need an agency that specialises in helping professional disabled people get somewhere. See we're so paranoid that we had to be adapted round, that we actually work twice as hard to compensate. (I have read disabled people take less sick time than non disabled).

Me? I'd like a big badge that spells out the advantages of having lived half a life with half an energy supply.
'It makes me very very adaptable. So bendy in fact, I could fit inside your top pocket, even if it was a bit squashy.'