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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.

Why We Need More Role Models Like Jessica Ennis

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Jessica Ennis After Winning Gold

We live in a world where ‘celeb gossip’ in classed as news, where the news that the tabloids are publishing is what happened in last night’s ‘The Only Way is Essex’ or ‘Keeping Up With The Kardashians’ and who what’s his face from Big Brother is dating. When did it become okay to be famous just for the sake of it?

The London Olympics show athletes who have trained their whole lives, for in some cases just a few moments, which can make or break their efforts for a gold medal. They strive for greatness and are known for being the best in their field. And of course it is not easy, but they dedicate their lives striving for success and greatness. Jessica Ennis herself has said she hopes she has inspired a generation. The likes of Greg Rutherford, Mo Farah and Beth Tweddle should be the real role models in today’s society.

Kim Kardashian slept with someone famous, sold her sex tape for millions, and now her family has a reality TV programme making yet more millions. She does not even seem to be ashamed of herself and the example she is setting young girls everywhere – she has over 15 million twitter followers!

The press also seems to show these ridiculously thin celebrities which are made to seem the norm and that there is a certain way that every woman should look. Why are people so interested in the Miley Cyrus’ figure? It should not be drilled into girls’ that this is normal. Jessica Ennis is a real role model who isn’t wafer thin but a dedicated athlete.

Now, I’m not saying that everyone should become an athlete, but do something with your lives that you are proud of. Something you are passionate about and strive for success in whatever you wish to do. Don’t chose to become the next Tulisa because it’s the easier option and a way of making millions of pounds. Don’t seek attention or be caked in fake tan to ‘fit in’. There is nothing wrong with standing out as long as it is for the right reasons.

I believe perseverance, hard work, and determination are the way to success. I’m not going to pretend that I have all the answers, after all I am a twenty year old, I loathe my job, and I’ve not a clue what I want to do with my life. I am however, determined to find a job in London (200 miles away from home), be independent and figure what it is I really want to do. I’ve always been one to take baby steps! But hopefully my friends in London can help me out there.

Now, please can we stop worshipping TV Stars and use our brains for a living?

Why I’m Glad I Missed The Bus

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Bridge

So, today started off as a bit of a crappy day. I missed my 7.45am bus to work so I did the normal thing and cursed under my breath and made my way back home. As I was on my way home I thought about how my mum would probably have a go at me for not leaving the house earlier (and quite rightly so, it’s only a 5 minute walk to the bus stop). I should probably point out that I absolutely loath my job and even the thought of a Sunday night depresses me.

Anyway, so as I was on way my home I stopped at the bridge and looked over at the river. It was slightly breezy, but as it was sunny and an unusually warm day, I thought I’d stick my headphones in and wait out the hour where I was until the next bus came by.

About 10 minutes later a man who must have been in his late sixties walked by and said to me ‘I used to look out over here too.’ I looked over at him surprised that he just stopped to talk to me. He continued ‘My wife who has cancer asked me why. I said to her it represents eternity. The water goes from the river, to the sea, to sky, down the hills, and back to river. Eternity. She said she never thought of it that way.’ I said ‘Neither have I.’ He smiled at me and said goodbye. I was so caught up in thought about he said to me I realised I never said to him I hope his wife was okay until he had turned the corner.

About 15 minutes later a man who was probably in his early thirties walked by and he had a big smile on his face. He said to me ‘The river looked beautiful, doesn’t it?’ He continued walking ‘There’s nothing more beautiful than nature. I hope you have a beautiful day’ he said that still with a big smile on his face as he walked over the bridge.

I don’t know why these two people decided to stop and talk to me but I’m glad they did. It’s strange that the chance of meeting these two people was so small. If I had left my house two minutes earlier, or if I had gone home after I missed the bus, I never would have heard what they had to say. That hour somehow flew by and I’m glad I missed the bus. My boss would beg to differ. But hey.