I really love winter. Most of my friends think I’m crazy, and perhaps I am! Summer is nice and I enjoy it – so long as I’m able to enjoy it. Working in an office in the summer, trying to sleep in the summer, trying to do anything physical in the summer – they all serve to make me miserable. If it’s going to be warm I damn well want to enjoy it by swimming and reading and drinking in beer gardens. Alas, one cannot keep that up for more than 2 weeks (unless one marries a rich man, which is still on my to-do list).
I’m very bored and tired of hearing about this whole Miley Cyrus and Sinéad O’Connor thing.
But if that’s the case, why am I writing about it? The answer is slut shaming.
I’m an open minded person. I accept that some women like to get naked in front of others or be paid for sex or dance provactively. I don’t assume all these young (and older) women are being manipulated, because I am daring enough to think that some women have their own minds, and they are exercising their hard won right to do whatever the hell they want to do.
I love my job. This is the first job I’ve ever had where I actively look forward to going to work. I love the people, I like the atmosphere, and I love love LOVE writing.
I may be a bit biased as recently I had some very good feedback on my work, but that just proves to me that writing is what I was meant to do. It’s what I’m best at. It’s what gives me joy and meaning.
This is why I find the way the DWP and the JCP operate so very frustrating. It seems obvious to me that the entire point of the Jobcentre and JSA is to make you so very depressed and upset that you will take anything, ANY job that is offered to you. And to me, this is the wrong way to do things.
Posts from me may be a bit on the thin side for the rest of the year. Why?
I got a bloomin’ job!
Yes. Yes I did. Only a 5 month temporary contract but balls to that: IT’S A JOB! And the best thing about it? I’m getting paid to write. Yes, ladies and gents, I’m a bonafide writer! (Actual title: Product Copywriting Assistant)
Ahh, porn. The great unifier of the internet. Or not.
So David Cameron wants all ISPs make people ‘opt in’ to porn. You know, for ‘teh childrenz’.
There are many, many problems with this, which I shall lay out for you here, along with my own experiences. I know, I know, the plural of anecdote isn’t data, but my experience seems to be very similar to those of my generation who also grew up with the internet.
The Trayvon Martin case makes me sad. I don’t know exactly what happened; nobody does apart from two people, and one of those is no longer able to defend himself. It does seem an odd set of circumstances to me, and I’m really not sure why the person with the gun felt his life was in danger. The gun debate is for another day (or now, it’s really simple and quick: guns are bad, mmkay?). But the racism debate is one that urgently needs addressing.
I want to start making this blog more personal, instead of ‘Nicola has a rant too long to fit into a Facebook status’. With that in mind, I would like to start doing a ‘My week on Instagram’ post. (More appropriately, ‘My month in shamelessly filtered photos’) I’m only really into it because I recently upgraded from an iPhone 3GS to a 5 and WOW the camera is so much better, so we’ll see how long this lasts.
Yesterday I received an email regarding my previous blog on the Internwise website, from someone involved with said site. With his agreement, I have posted his rebuttals to the concerns I expressed in that post.
I will hold my hands up and admit that the tone of my blog was not the nicest, but I am sure fellow jobseekers will agree with me when I say how much job seeking wears you down, and when you’re in one of those grumpy, ‘why am I still unemployed?!’ moods, then you should probably refrain from writing anything on the internet!