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Huddersfield Uni and De Montfort have both accepted me, DMU being that i have to write a 500 word essay to the question “Is Journalism Important? Justify your answer.”. I’ve whittled on how it benefits politics, economics and society as a medium, locally nationally and internationally. But I’m totally gonna stage my introduction better. I would love to go to De Montford Uni I can see it now, bombing down the motorway in my little shifter hot hatch I WILL be buying with May’s pay packet!
I’m really bothered about this job however, all I want is Woz or someone like him to cuddle me up, settle down and get a nice house and things, I’m starting not to want University but if i have a degree I can get miles better jobs in a sector that keep me entertained all my life. Something fast paced and communicative, which is definitely what career choices this course can offer.
I’m so bored at home as well, I have ZERO money, I haven’t left the house in more than 2 weeks, and I’ve forgotten how to apply make-up, god unemployment sucks major ass.

TWELVE MORE DAYS AND I START WORK, I’m counting down the days how sad am I? Seriously?
I am looking forward to the early mornings and walking down that street all professional and good-looking..
I need to be the model employee when it comes to this new job if I want to secure a transfer and also get disability student allowance I can carefully store away and save for nice things, like furniture and make up :P.

Hopefully switch my contract after 6 months to a weekend one so I can come back and do my shifts then piss off back to Uni once I’ve earned my cheddar.
Still get glazed in my hometown on a Friday night when work calls at 9am Saturday because I’m a rebel and vodka is the new Chanel no. 5.

Keep the money for cloth and food, so I don’t starve and become a stinking shithead student that looks like 3 years ago’s fashion and a bucket of KFC bones.

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How I became fucked in the head

My life so far… A wet piece of crap on a mouldy piece of bread, shit sandwich.

Jobless (check)
Cloth less (check)
Homeless (check)

I blame astrology! I really hate horror-scopes but everything seems to happen in them correctly, I don’t wanna be a typical Gemini, when it comes to love they’re fucked, I’m always in two minds about everything!

Sagittarius moon makes me easy going and lucky, erm, scuse me? WHAT??

Sleep deprivation is a killer, and I can’t sleep, bad dreams, I miss my kitties!
😦 keep having dreams I’m falling, I reckon I’m sleep walking too, my feng shui is all out of wack!

Need my stuff! Need my bedroom, need my mum, no fuck her, shes a bad mother anyways, wasn’t really around for the terrible (influential) years probably why I’m a fucking fruit-loop!

I had some good baby sitters! One lass in particular, from treeton, don’t remember her name, just can remember vividly my mum helping her move out of her house where she had abusive parents (abusive mother) and she could live with us if she baby sat me.

Her mother wouldn’t allow it. She also wanted to go to university and something but she had abusive parents, always arguing, mum wanted to feel like the hero by putting her up, while she worked, like a big sister but not quite the same.

House of rules, for everyone bar mum, Joseph fritzel and my mother were in same league!

Dirty nappies aren’t quite the same when your rushed through potty training! I liked poo time, was my time to reflect on today’s activities, was a struggle to get me in bath though!

If I could stay naked my whole life I would! My body is gorgeous! If I could just go to a nudist beach and lay there I would!

I wanted to pick my clothes too, she always put me in fucking stupid floaty dresses, forced me to be a girly girl until I thought nope fuck off gimme some jeans and a t-shirt and let me dress myself.

I was a miniature her, HOW LUDACRIS! she had me to make herself feel better, and as soon as I decide to go to Uni, she drags me back.

I need to find Craig Hargate! My teacher, my best teacher, I fucking hated him, yet he was the best teacher I ever had, Mrs Wilks, my teacher, my best teacher, I fucking hated her, she was the best teacher I ever had.

I wasn’t a bad pupil, to be honest, I kept calling Mrs Wilks “mum” by accident, Mr Hargate said if I don’t go to university the education system will have failed me, the education system didn’t fail me, my mother failed to see I was quite educated.

My mother, I fucking loved her, she was the worst teacher I ever had.

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Career vs Love

Career vs Love
Can you possibly have both?
This day and age they’re clear values in life, money (security), family (security) and love (security).

Where’s the independence in that?

I’m off to Uni in 3 days from now, on my own, to succeed, no distractions from the people I love because I’ll want to love them, and even though I’m gonna miss them and want to pull myself away from my calling to be with them I’m kinda doing it for them as well.

It’s an individual goal for the sake of money (security), family (security) and love, because I wanna love my job!

Do we ever really grow up?
Peter pan exists to loads of people, he’s in most mid 30 single bachelors that are so set in there ways they won’t have anything less than perfect!

Tinkabell was perfect for him, but he didn’t see her, he was too busy sneaking in other little girls bedrooms to see he had perfection right on the end of his nightlamp.

Childhood sweethearts, a notebook of memories, watching that movie it makes me wince, it can still be like that today, the man can chase the woman, we got so busy focusing on something else that we forgot to do it for the only thing that matters, love.

Because love is one of the points of the triangle of security.
Money can’t by you happiness but it makes you secure, and so does love.
And family just happens naturally.

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It was my first day back to my mind numbing job today as a Call Handler. The reason for my absence was a common one for the whole of the country; the weather. Snow was stopping everything and it’s also cost me four hours pay!

It originally cost me 12 hours pay but because I was desperate for the money back I agreed to do a gruelling 8 hour 9-5 shift. Am I retarded? Yes. Yes I am.

Although I am desperate for another job at a higher pay and better hours, I haven’t had the motivation to look for one, maybe this WALLOP of 8 hours in a job I hate might do me the trick, make me realise I want out asap and get myself on where i’ll be perfecting my CV.

In hindsight I want a job at a bank, because you can progress and become higher authority in the financial world. Also it’s a global prospect, you can do banking anywhere, money has no language just numbers and my maths skills have got increasingly great, while I have working in my current job where I’m doing maths on the top of my head, while I am also talking to a customer.

So here’s the gist!
I’ve just been into my bank, where I tried to withdraw some money (failed, forgot my ID) and was talking to a new starter, they get paid weekly, bonus, they get paid £2 more than me an hour on the basic cash counter job, bonus, and they train you all way through job, bonus!

I was told to bring a CV in store by one of the cash counter people and they will fast track it to head office for me!

Maybe that as well of the awful shift I have to do is the motivation I needed.

Question: when was the last time you needed motivating and how did it pay off? x

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