2004-06-08 12:51 p.m.
As many of you may not know, I recently turned twenty. And during the last couple of weeks I've realised that twenty definately feels different to nineteen. All of a sudden I feel all adult. I'm pretty sure that in five years time I'll look back and realise that I still wasn't an adult at twenty at all, but it's nice to feel like this at the moment.
I'm not sure whether it's actually the fact that I'm twenty, or my recent change in circumstances that is making me feel this way. After all, in two and a half weeks time I'll be moving out of my parent's place, probably for good. I know I haven't lived there officially for almost a year now, but living in halls, where I didn't have to worry about paying rent every month, and where I had my cooking and cleaning done for me, doesn't really count. And I also expect I wouldn't feel this way if I was living in a student house either, it's only a bedsit, but it's mine. And although officially Anto is just living in the same house with his own seperate room, for all intents and purposes it is going to be ours. And it doesn't feel scary, and I don't feel like a teenager playing at being grown up. It feels right.
The weekend of the 26th is going to be a big one for us. My uncle is getting married on the Saturday, and the reception will be a perfect opportunity to introduce Anto to some of my extended family. He seems pretty nervous about it, but this is my uncle Paul, who is friends with my old drug dealer. I can hardly see the reception being a formal affair. And the 27th is the big day, and I'll be spending my first night in my new home. I can't wait.
2004-06-07 11:46 a.m.
Waking up on a strange settee is never good. Especially when you find that you're by yourself, with the owner of the settee, his friends, and your friend missing. One good thing though was that I am able to remember how I came to be in the house, because the drinking took place after that part. I just don't have much of an idea how I came to be asleep (although I can guess) and I have no idea where everyone went. 'Everyone' being Katy, Rob- the owner of the room, and Sy and Lucy, a couple who live in Crewe. We swopped phone numbers and they promised to take me to some of the numerous free parties that apparently go on in Alsager, so I hope that I didn't manage to make an idiot of myself inbetween drinking and falling asleep.
In other news, Anto went home for almost two weeks on Friday, which is a bit of a bugger really because I feel like death and crying for no reason and this is one of those times when I really need him :o(
2004-06-01 2:24 p.m.
I’ve had it easy up to now when it comes to job-seeking. In fact things couldn’t have been that much easier had I been headhunted personally by all of my previous managers. I started my first job, at Matalan, within a few days of asking one of the girls on the tills if they had any vacancies. However this was down to the sheer stupidity of the manager who interviewed me, as I was fifteen at the time and therefore too young to even work legally. His blunder was soon discovered, and I was welcomed back the weekend after my sixteenth birthday.
All was well in the world of Matalan, we had some good times together, but then I discovered Rockworld and stopped sleeping on Friday nights. Coincidentally, this coincided with Matalan employing a new big boss with whom I shared a mutual hatred, I don’t know, call it a personality clash. But the afternoon that I phoned in sick and he told me we’d be having ‘a little chat’ about my attendance, I decided I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of patronising me again during another bollocking. So I just didn’t ever go in again. Yeah, that showed him.
It turned out not to be a problem, however, as my friend Derek directed me towards the call centre he worked at, where they’d take anyone on. Admittedly, although they’d give anyone a chance, they refused to keep on people who, to be blunt, were shit at telesales. I was one of those people, and so I found myself unemployed again. Spending six days a week for two months doing telesales would be enough to put even the keenest of workers off for life, and I found the experience so traumatising that I decided not to bother getting another job until over a year later. And once I’d decided I wanted a job I simply surfed the job centre website, phoned up the first vacancy that took my fancy, had the interview that afternoon and started that night. No shit.
So when I decided to commit to spending the entire summer living in Alsager, so as to avoid being split up from Anto for three months, but setting myself up to have to pay an extra £400 or so rent/food, it seemed like no big deal. In fact, I even naively sort of expected to be able to start looking for a job today and to have one sorted for next week. After a few hours of trying it seems I was very, very wrong.
Carl, the seemingly retarded guy who works on the tills at the co-op laughed in my face. He reluctantly asked the woman on the cigarette desk for an application form, telling her “she wants a job! Here!” and they both laughed. Thankfully Kwik-Save were a lot more polite about the whole situation, although I could see in their eyes that inside they were screaming with laughter. And it gets worse….there aren’t even any packing jobs at the factory around the corner.
Looks like I’m going to have to consider venturing further than Alsager then, and start looking in nearby Crewe. My options look grim, packing, working on tills, and the dreaded call centres. And I thought that the next three months of playing Mr and Mrs Domestic Bliss would be like being on holiday or something.
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