I've been working at my local Argos for just over a month now. When I say that I enjoy it, people seem to give me such a blank stare, turn and laugh and say something along the lines of 'just wait until you get into it'. But it's been a month now and I'm feeling more comfortable but enjoying it no less. It's always different, but still the same things. It's really a job that I enjoy, the right amount of repetition and real work. I am a good thinker, I know that I am an intelligent girl, but that doesn't mean that I want to actually use this for a job, I have enough of using my head outside of my work. I like to write and read, I like to learn new things about science, but I don't want these things to be a job.
Whenever I have time off it seems a shame. I actually don't have much of a social life outside of work and my computer and it's nice to see some people, co-workers and customers (even the ones I'm glad to see the back of). It may only be part-time, I may only be able to get a few hours a week, but I keep wanting more, for money and for being able to say that I'm doing something worthwhile.
This is a weekend off for me, the first weekend off in a while. I got the nickname 'Sunday Stealer' after three weeks in a row I managed to be given other people's Sunday shift. And now I'm off for a Sunday, and a Saturday, and even a Monday. There's not a lot left for me to do except go back to my old way of sitting in front of the computer watching the time go by unnoticed.
But the reasons why this weekend was different was because it was the first one I smiled at the idea of having free time. It wasn't because I'm worn out, because I've only worked two days in the last seven days and been doing so very little in the time-being. And it's not that I've lost my enjoyment for my new job either, it just feels... nice to have time off.
Having a job really does teach you what a 'day off' means. When you have no work, every day you find a job, I have a website which I continue to pour my heart and soul into and that while I had no job was my job, and something like that you never have a day off. But now with Argos, I have real job, and the site can go back to being my enjoyment.
So, in conclusion...
#I'm living for the weekend!#
Oh, and check it out - http://shop.ebay.co.uk/diviniongc/m.html?_nkw=&_armrs=1&_from=&_ipg=25
Shameless advertising, I know. But I'm trying to sell my xbox 360, my DS and a few books. I've been still finding it a big struggle with money so I do need these sold. <3
13 November, 2010
08 November, 2010
Just another l*zy day
Today is a day of rest, actually its almost a week of rest, but it seems that it's a day too late.
As I mentioned last time, the fireworks were on the Saturday and I would like the say that I was calm and collected but really I wasn't. The fear of being scared was more overwhelming than my actual phobia, and it ended up with me being very.... very frighteningly quiet. And when I did speak my words were fast and disjointed. Every time I heard a bang I would look to the window, even though the curtains were closed, and not be able to move until I knew that there wasn't going to be another. My senses were alert and driving me insane. I was terrified. I ended up going down to my local supermarket, just for something to do because I couldn't stay in the house while I could hear them.
I managed to sleep quite early, even while I could still hear them outside. It just got to the point where I was too tired to be scared, because the adrenaline had completely worn me out. I didn't sleep well, and I was at work the next morning. I was half awake for the first hour or so, before remembered what had made me so tired, and then I was on edge. I remember holding the keys so tightly that my hands would hurt, just to try to force myself to calm down. By afternoon I was fine, though.
So today's day off is a day too late, but I suppose I can't complain about having worked yesterday. It was supposed to be someone else's shift, and I have officially been dubbed 'Sunday Stealer' at work because three times in a row now I have taken someone else's Sunday shift that they did not want. But Sundays are time and a half, so I love them.
But my problem is that I'm not working until Friday. It seems strange that I've gone from being completely unemployed with nothing to do but sit in front of the computer for weeks, and now the idea of four days off in a row is so daunting. I'm worried about not getting enough money, about not having enough social interaction, about having nothing to do. I will manage, the days go by easier than you could ever hope I know, but I would still rather be doing something with my time.
As I mentioned last time, the fireworks were on the Saturday and I would like the say that I was calm and collected but really I wasn't. The fear of being scared was more overwhelming than my actual phobia, and it ended up with me being very.... very frighteningly quiet. And when I did speak my words were fast and disjointed. Every time I heard a bang I would look to the window, even though the curtains were closed, and not be able to move until I knew that there wasn't going to be another. My senses were alert and driving me insane. I was terrified. I ended up going down to my local supermarket, just for something to do because I couldn't stay in the house while I could hear them.
I managed to sleep quite early, even while I could still hear them outside. It just got to the point where I was too tired to be scared, because the adrenaline had completely worn me out. I didn't sleep well, and I was at work the next morning. I was half awake for the first hour or so, before remembered what had made me so tired, and then I was on edge. I remember holding the keys so tightly that my hands would hurt, just to try to force myself to calm down. By afternoon I was fine, though.
So today's day off is a day too late, but I suppose I can't complain about having worked yesterday. It was supposed to be someone else's shift, and I have officially been dubbed 'Sunday Stealer' at work because three times in a row now I have taken someone else's Sunday shift that they did not want. But Sundays are time and a half, so I love them.
But my problem is that I'm not working until Friday. It seems strange that I've gone from being completely unemployed with nothing to do but sit in front of the computer for weeks, and now the idea of four days off in a row is so daunting. I'm worried about not getting enough money, about not having enough social interaction, about having nothing to do. I will manage, the days go by easier than you could ever hope I know, but I would still rather be doing something with my time.
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