Employed!

That’s me got a job, I start in a couple of days. Such awful news only a few weeks before Christmas! It was for the tech support role in a call centre that I wasn’t expecting a call back from. Slightly higher than the minimum wage, which is a nice little surprise, but any real benefit will be eaten up in tax as always. Five days out of seven, working the odd weekend, on a rota with the earliest start being eight in the morning and the latest finish being ten at night. It’s in a nearby town, which is handy distance wise, but getting there means going through a fairly clogged artery, so no chance of bombing down the motorway at 105mph and making it to work in less time than it takes to make toast like I could do before. No pay before Christmas, as it’s paid monthly, though I do get it just in time for New Year. A New Year that I most likely will die of. There’s a job grant that the JC give people who’ve been on the dole for six months or more, and I think I’ve missed out on it by a little bit. A cool £100 would’ve done me well right now. Still, it means I don’t have to deal with those bawbags in the work programme again.

There’s a month of training to go through, then a probationary period. Right now I’m putting a time limit on being in this job: two years, then I’m out. It’s not that I don’t want to work, it just seems like the kind of thing that you could fall into and never get out of, and I don’t want that to be me. It hit home quick when I told my dad, and he mentioned about doing well at it and working my way up to a supervisor position or something at some point down the line. That terrifies me. I had this premonition of me wearing a cheap suit when I was thirty, in an interview and talking about how I had years upon years of call centre experience. This week’s big stupid plan is to save up as much as I can, quit, and fuck off until the money runs out. Y’know, in addition to running a car, getting my own flat, and becoming a self-sufficient mad cunt. While getting into uni and doing a degree in something that I haven’t decided on yet.

Like all jobs I’ll enjoy the novelty to begin with, then I’ll despise having to get up early every morning. And I’m going to be sitting on my arse at a computer all day long… This is just awful, I should really call them back tomorrow, turn down the job, then build myself a nest under the stairs and live there in an a social retarded self-fulfilling prophecy. I’ll need to get used to a bit more of a regimented workplace too, with rules and clocking in and all that shit too. Really though, it’s money, it’s a job, it’s an increased chance of getting out of here, so I’ll work it like fuck.