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i had a few grand saved up so i left and then spent my time playing games and being in bands and having late nights and lie ins then when my money ran out i signed on and started looking for a job and then i got a new job.
better than amazing
With zero days notice, because I suddenly realised I was in a terrible relationship and needed to move 200 miles away the next morning.
Three month spell on the rock'n'roll, back in work. It wasn't too bad.
Assuming you're a confident liar.
But I didn't have any responsibilities so it didn't matter really. I got another job a few weeks later anyway.
Left a job on the friday to move to a different city on Sunday. Was offered a job on the Tuesday that I hadn't even applied for. When my grandchildren ask me about the recession my stories will be rubbish. Obviously if you're expecting 6 figure salaries its different innit
and thursday and friday and saturday
chilling on sunday
Well sort of. I have a month long job lined up but then nothing after that. I should probably only leave for a new permanent job but I'd really like to do the one month one. And leave the current one. Ah shit fuck I have to decide really soon.
Should probably just do it.
I would definitely recommend coming over, I can't imagine you'd regret coming and at least taking a look
and wondering whether to get accomodation for the month or more long terms etc. My CV is pretty shit and everything and as much as I'd love to go and work at the fringe there's just quite a few problems about the frivolousness and temporaryness of it all, so I keep changing my mind violently back and forth. If I don't go and work there I'll still be taking another trip over to the fest at least, loved it last year.
Today at my current work they've asked me to start 'mentoring' from next week which means getting to help other people on calls much of the time instead of answering phones to arseholes myself, so if this turns out to be much more bearable I might stick it out for a couple more months while applying for permanant jobs elsewhere instead (including Edinburgh). This would also stop my mother's inordinate amount of worry.
This weekend is going to be dedicated to decision making and research, or else deciding to run off and live in a forest for the rest of my days.
in the same week that how massively fucking lazy I've gotten this month was finally brought up)
Edinburgh seems ok for jobs (temp/admin/bar etc), easy enough to sort a 1 room flat, and I can't imagine a better city to go to when you know few people, I genuinely mean it aswell. If you need any help or whatever give me a shout :)
I went to go and make a cup of tea, and when I came back my mother was on the PC.
She said she'd been reading about the dilemma of that Icarus-Fickarus, and she thinks you should go for it.
Once again, you're indebted to my mum.
A new person started working in the same department as me and I had to show him around. He was a nice chap but kept moaning about how he didn't want to live in Leicester and was probably going to leave soon. After lunch he had left a Cadburys Creme Egg in my in tray with a post note attached saying, "I'm not coming back. Thanks for your help."
I don't like Cadburys Creme Eggs.
We all had a cubby-hole (if that is how to describe it?). Sorry for any confusion or if you feel misled. Here, have a creme egg.
I quit, and went anyway. Of all the decisions I've ever made, this was the one I regretted least.
Turned out to be excellent decisions both times.
No regrets, we're so terrified of taking risks. The fear of what could go wrong is usually worse than the reality.
one of the stupidest things I did
I got hired by a company to clean up/update their database of customers/clients/potentials, on a 3 month contract.
They were all very nice and paid me well and at the end I was asked to stay on for a trial period of being a junior sales person - basically fishing for leads before passing them over to the proper sales stuff, with %s and that jazz for any actual sales.
Tried it for a week whilst my boss was on holiday, hated it, told him this about half an hour after he left, finished that same morning. It was also the first day of Reading, so by 2pm I was at the festival and drunk.
Took a week off, watched many episodes of the X Files, and pretty much walked into a much better job.
I got back from travelling when i was 18 and found a job in a clothes shop selling designer shit. The manager was completely mental. Before they opened the shop he made us all stand in a circle and shout
"REACH FOR THE STARS! TOUCH THE MOON!"
"WINNERS MAKE IT HAPPEN! LOSERS LET IT HAPPEN!"
I had a tea break at 10:15am and went home. Walking out like that was probably the most liberating experience of my life, which probably says more about how shit my life has been than how crappy that job was. Still makes me smile though.
immediate locum work and then a job at a hospital where I still work. I wouldn't dream of doing that again at the moment. My mortgage won't pay itself.
but cos i was an idiot and thought i could get a job easily cos id been lied to by some recruitment cunts.
just remembered a guy who got a job in my old workplace who just didnt turn up the second day cos it was a fucking rubbish job. what a champ