Im in my blogging pose. Watching the desk at Hidden Jewel Tattoo in Carmarthen while the Mrs is causing pain (for the record, she is a tattooist, not a sadist), and i then think "ah, may as well do a blog while im here"....you lucky people ( both of you)
I started work for Allied health care 3 months back(ish), and they fucking shafted me royally. When i started i was meant to be 30+ hours, i was told that i would get 30+ and i expected 30+. Since then i have had 30+ hours once. I have had to manage on 15 hours a week, which after Allied continue to get my tax code wrong (something i ended up going directly to the tax man about myself) Ive ended up with fuck all, been sunk back into the debt that i worked so bloody hard to get back out of and found myself feeling very upset. The last time i felt that way was after i moved back from America and i found myself in my home town, alone and being maligned by people who were meant to be my friends, in a relationship that i didn't agree to (but was too mentally ill to escape from) luckily though she noticed that im not very pretty and started to fuck one of my friends, which ended that. God she was the most mental woman ive ever met; i digress. So as you may have gathered I needed a new job, or in the very least another one, which in these times of cutbacks and massive austerity in Britain, NON FUCKING EXISTANT! I apllied for thirty jobs in one week, and received two emails back. first one saying "thanks for applying" and the second one saying "thanks but no thanks". what the fuck? im over qualifyed, have worked in the releveant field for over ten years and i dont even get properly acknowledged. I can genuinely say that in all the years ive been working, all the jobs that I have had, i have only ever been given a job once (once!!) when i didnt know the person interviewing at all, a complete stranger (oddly enough Whittard of Chelsea, posh purveyor of coffee and its products) . I have always had to have someone put in a good word, a kind gesture and take a leap of faith in me. I always try to make sure that their faith in me is rewarded but there is often that nagging doubt; what if im just shit at this job [so and so] will look stupid. So despite my best efforts i've had to rely on my friends to save me. I have good friends,and 1 has saved me. infact he got me a job with a the company that everyone around here wants to work at, everyone except me. Its only slightly better than MacDonalds, but it pays well, is air conditioned and they treat the staff properly. For that i'm immensly greatful and will have to make sure that my work is THE shit. Its only 15 hours a week but then i can pad my time out with Allied (or as the staff call it "I lied"). Thank you Vinnie Bartley, its been years since we actually hung out together but you still helped a desperate man out, remembered who ya mates are and so i shant let you down.
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