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Driving Test!

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So, it’s almost 11pm and I thought now is a good a time as any to write a post. Okay, that’s not true, here’s the deal. I have my driving test tomorrow. I worry way too much. I can’t sleep. I thought writing this might help me worry less and stop thoughts going round and round in my head. I’ve always been a worrier.

Anyway, I should at least attempt to sleep. Wish me luck guys!

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A Bit of A Rant

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You’ve been warned. I am having a bit of a rant. Today’s topic is my job. My Boss. My Colleagues. Brats. Everything that has ever possibly gone wrong in the world. Okay, not the last one.

I can’t stand my boss, she is a first class bitch. She never stops barking orders at me. This includes doing things for her brat like children aged 16 and 18. Filling in her daughter’s college application form. Filling in her son’s university accommodation application form. Seriously. What is she doing to them? Most people their age do these things themselves. But no, she does everything for them, which means I do these things for her. They wouldn’t know the meaning of independence if it was written on their oh so many £20 notes and I slapped them across the faces using them (I wouldn’t do that, honest. No, really).

Her kids aren’t even that intelligent and I’m not just saying that because I don’ t like them. He daughter got her GCSE results the other day, believe me, she’s an average student. She also, apparently wants to be a language teacher but she got a C in Spanish rather than the A she was expected because her teacher changed at the end of the year. Really? You’re blaming your teacher? At the end of the day, you can only blame your teacher up to a certain extent. Learning the subject is ultimately your responsibility. When I did my GCSEs (which was only 4 years ago before you think I’m really old because I used the phrase ‘when I did my’) I barely revised and got As and Bs. School in the UK, it’s relatively easy. It’s A levels that really give you a kick up the backside. Anyway, I’m getting off topic, her daughter was crying because to do a subject at college, you need to have got at least a B in that subject in school (which is reasonable, as you would really struggle if didn’t do well at school in the subject(s) you want to study). And then my boss came to me for advice because her daughter is going to the same college that I went to. Did she really think I wanted to listen or help her, with her problems? That’s some seriously messed up shit.

My colleagues also treat me like shit. As I’m ‘bottom of the food chain’ so to speak, they also like to add to my ever increasing workload. And they are so bloody rude. Does nobody understand the meaning of manners? I know I’m 20 and they are all older than me, but does the word respect mean nothing?! A bit of manners, seriously, it won’t kill you.

I start work at 8am. I work 40 hours a week which doesn’t include my half an hour lunch break which I have to work through to get my day’s work completed. I am also paid pittance. I finished my apprenticeship a couple of months ago, so I am not on an apprentice’s wages anymore but being on a ‘full wage’ my boss has further demands. Yep, it’s possible. Further demands.

At the moment I get the bus to work which is relatively cheap. And because of the bus timetable I work 8am-4.40pm. But my boss wants me to buy a car, work 8am-5pm, and run around doing all sorts of errands for her. She apparently ‘needs’ me to these duties or she can’t afford to keep me on which is a load of shit since she’s paid for her no more than average kids to go to private school. 2 kids x 5 years x £10,000 a year is £100,000!!

Another small glitch. I haven’t passed my driving test. You’re probably wondering why didn’t I do this when I was 17 like most people did. Well, I couldn’t afford it. I have been on and off with driving lessons recently, but my boss has given me 3 months to pass my test (this was back at the end on June), then she wants me to buy a car. I don’t want to buy a car. With my wage I can’t afford a car. I told her this and she said she’ll give me an interest free loan to do this (not that I would take it of course). One other glitch. The expense of a car doesn’t stop at buying a car. There’s insurance, tax, petrol, MOT, service which would basically leave me with around £2,000 at the end of a year’s work. At 40 hours a week. Which I loath.

You might be wondering why I’ve stuck around doing this hellish job. Well, because I have been searching for longer than I can remember for another job without any luck whatsoever. And I will keep searching until I find something. Hopefully soon. Really soon.

If you are still reading this then I commend you and I take my hat off to you. I am currently hatless, but if I was wearing a hat, then I would really take my bloody hat off to you. And thank you for reading into a small insight of my not so interesting life.

The Spice Girls!

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Spice Girls

So, the Olympic Closing Ceremony was a bit of a shambles yesterday. I assume the rest of the world were thinking ‘oh, and they were doing so well!’. Maybe?

Anyway, to me all was forgiven, even the monstrosity of One Direction and screeching Jessie J when I saw The Spice Girls! I love them and I always have! I wish they had a bit longer but I think it was done incredibly. I would love nothing more than for them to get back to together (or maybe another Harry Potter Book but I think there’s just as little chance of one as the other).

And here’s a picture from the 90’s.

Ah, nostalgia and stuff.

 

What did/didn’t you like about the Closing Ceremony?