I wanted to do something this evening, and I had three choices. I could of gone to Dunstable to just chill with a friend. I WAS going to play snooker with Father Mitten until he bailed at the last moment like an afraid parachutist after he sees the height at which he has to jump. In the end, I was left with going on another excursion to the "magical" garden city of Letchworth. It's only "claim to fame", was the fact that it had the first ever roundabout. I think... It seems a bit far fetched, but it IS the world's first "garden city". Whatever.
Whenever we go to Letchworth, we wander around in the darkness for a bit before deciding on going to the same old pub as usual and this time was no different. We wasted some well-earned money on the quiz machine ... Won some of it back ... and put it back in again, before we were penniless, downed our drinks, and left. Mine was an orange juice. No, I didn't down a double Jack Daniels and Coke. We made our way outside and decided to make a shortcut through the arcade because of the wintery weather that was bestowed upon us, but when we got to the other end, found that it was closed... Great. We walked back, and planned on walking through the rain, round the arcade to where the car was parked but ... err... it was closed aswell. Yep! We were stuck in the arcade, and before we worked out what to do, I was hurriedly searching for a comfy spot to kip for the night! We managed to get the number of the caretaker person though and he, rather angrily, with a huff and a puff and a groan, let us out. Phew. Panic over.
We drove back, with Beans high on Subway and mini eggs, and drove around quiet Bedford for a while. It's cool to just sometimes drive around, listening to classic tunes and just chill. Ok, we nearly crashed while trying to overtake someone on the dual-carriageway, but otherwise, it was great!
I got home at about 11.30, destined for another long night, but it hasn't been too bad. My boredom reached new levels. So much so, I went on Omegle and chatted to some stranger from New York City and claimed I was a 25-year old freelance journalist who rode motorbikes. Why not? I could be a 17-year old C.E.O if I wanted to.
However, just now, I decided I would do what I said I wouldn't do for a while. Have a little browse of t'internet and look for a job. I wasn't expecting much, but almost fell across some job situated in Luton. It's your basic office job, but the tasks were things I had done before, so could claim I had experience and it's a 6-month contract job. Perfect timing for university. It would mean I would have to get up deathly early, but I get an early finish on a Friday and a completely free weekend for the upcoming cricket season. The job itself sounds rather boring, but I'm sure even my weak mind can put up with it for 6 months.
I won't hear a reply back, but the conditions of the job are exactly what I would want if I am to find work again. I wouldn't have to look like a moron after 8 months and leave despite, "seeing this as a stepping stone to a potential career" and all that bollocks. I would work for 6 months, and leave. Exactly what I want and exactly what they expect.
The days work would start at 8.30am. And it's in Luton. Yeah, I don't see myself waking up at 6.30am every day either, but I think, despite feeling like death every morning, a healthy drive in mostly Summer months, listening to Chris Moyles and a few coffees inside me would do me the world of good. I reckon a few nights with no sleep are coming up at University, so would help getting started earlier!
I have no idea why I'm speculating about what would be the ups and downs of this job, because the odds of getting a reply are about 1 in a thousand. Almost literally. Companies look for experience, and young people can't get the needed experience because of it. The circle of employment for the youth.
Still, if I am going to get back into work, I suppose this would be the ideal solution. But as we know children, nothing is ideal in this world at the moment.
Especially my world.
Bye x
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