So, my current job’s contract is up in just under five weeks. This is a little terrifying, but thi time round I have savings, which means no prospect of the Jobcentre; that definitely reduces the terror a bit!
Seven months on after I landed this job, has the job market changed? Well – no. In fact, I’d say it’s gotten worse. I am now seeing more adverts for ‘interns’ and ‘apprentices’, because apparently expecting to be paid for your work is socialist commie nonsense!
My beloved Polly was put to sleep a few days after my birthday in October 2013, at the age of 14. Needless to say, I’ve had better birthday weeks. Polly was a brilliant dog. We got her the summer holidays before I started high school, so she saw me through the tumultuous teenage years, my emo stage in college, going to and then leaving university, finally getting my degree, and my first proper job. When anybody, animal or human or teddy bear, accompanies you through so many life-changing events, watching them go is heartbreaking. But when she did go, I knew immediately that I wanted another dog. Continue reading →
This is just a quick post to ask as many people as possible to read this post. It completely tears the story about Romanians and Bulgarians coming here in droves apart. Please, read and share. The second most read newspaper in this country should not be allowed to print lies. Lies and propaganda, that is all it is. No wonder my beloved country is becoming more insular and hateful than ever.
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.