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Has anyone read any Saul Bellow?
Does anyone want a pint?
yeah, it's soul destroying. SRSLY.
poor you :(
I've never heard of Saul Bellow
But I want a pint , of any alchohol
still, i get to spend all my wages on Saturday whilst making eyes at hot hipster girls working in Urban Outfitters
it is SO souldestroying though. i dunno how I cope with it. It's making me ridiculously depressed
I wanna get laid. I wanna read some book. I want a cigarette. I want another pint
THE WORLD OWES ME FOR STEEPING MY MOTHERFUCKING GLORIOUS HOLY BODY IN DISH DIRT
I used to take a 15 minute shower straight after. Eugh. Never again.
i wear rubber gloves!
i can't wait to spend me monies though. and my life is beautiful otherwise!
christ, dramatic enough?
to consider quitting doing a repetitive, menial job because it's boring nature makes you feel really extremely unhappy?
middle-class intellectuals needlessly whinging about failing exams? i'm having a similar sensation now.
i worked in mcdonalds for two years. yeah its fucking shite, but you dont have to do it for the rest of your life, and its not even that bad, its just washing dishes.
was a cleaner, i stooped that low at my delicate young age. You dont get lower than cleaning toilets.
I thought office work was soul destroying but I don't think I could do dishwashing without drowning mysefl in the sink.
Sorry thats thoroughly depressing, um think of the money and all the books,records,drinks you can buy with it?
I'm cleaning toilets right now, at wimbledon tennis. It's pretty lame, although I've been based in the broadcast center the past few days, and it's kinda cool wandering the corridors and seeing tim henman, john macenroe and sue barker.
was when i worked sundays at woolworths for 3.94, standing up for 6 hours on my own watching power rangers,
nothing comes close
For the first time in my life i think i actually like my job. Yesterday i drove down to Devon, stayed in a lovely hotel, ate as much as i could and put it on expenses then got up at 9 to meet one person for one hour to talk about Christmas and then had then spent the rest of the day sightseeing. Go me.
I thought these only existed in The Simpsons?
chicken factory was the worst. The smell made me feel sick in the morning. so chin up, could be worse.
it's really easy
so I can start my new job.
In the meantime I've been assembling promotional drinks campaign packs for Threshers in a warehouse.
The bad part: 7 pounds per hour
The good part: HOTT Polish girls left, right and centre.
However, next week I'm doing enough hours to earn £161 before tax. And that ain't not bad.
and tending the fields. And by 'tending' I mean weeding. It's pretty bad, but the pays not too bad for this kind of work and you can get a decent tan.
Mine is pretty tedious at the moment, can't wait to quit it. Gonna be skint skint skint though.
also, the rest of your life.
its not forever, just think of the sweet cash money you'll be getting for it. And yes I do want a pint.
I've got the wrong job!
something of a right of passage.
on a happier note, i was once in your position but now work at that big hmv in london, which is quite nice in comparison.