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I'm 21, I work full time and my career dreams have been put on hold so I can support myself. A while ago I got a debit card, and while waiting in the queue at the Nationwide, I realised I was old. Queuing in banks was something my parents did and dragged me along for the ride...
On Thursday I took the day off work to go to the hospital. Not to relax, not to get away from work and get drunk with my friends - so I could go to the hospital at 11am (only time I could get) then go home. I couldn't accept that so I texted my mate The Fos and he came to town to meet me when I was finished there (though I had to go back the next day for a blood test)
After seeing The Island with said mate and having a quick beer I went home, then went to look at a house with my mate (The Wal) my dad, Wal's brother and his wife and The Fos. The idea of owning a house with my mate (with a girl you're more likely to split up and that causes hassle) has me more than a little bit excited. But all this talk of mortgages, bills, re-decorating, and costs etc. has me scared in a "I'm only 21, I wish I was only 17 again" sort of way.
As if trying to keep a personal life, a social life and a love life together wasn't bad enough.
That's not to mention the holiday coming up in October, and the drugs I'm being put on for my skin that has a list of side effects that manages to fill two columns of small text on an A4 sheet. Depression and/or suicide, diabetes, hair loss, bone deformity, slight loss of sight/hearing, back pain, kidney and liver infections; that's just off the top of my head (OK, I had a sly peek at the piece of paper, but that's only about a quarter of what I can get from it, it's the stuff that made the papers, namely The Daily Mail, because some kid killed himself while on it) Just waiting for the results of the blood test to see if I can go on them (and that's AFTER they made me pay for them)
Is this it? Am I destined to work for HMRC (that's the new name for the Inland Revenue) for the rest of my life, paying off a mortgage and never getting to pursue my film making dreams? If I'd worked harder at school and actually bothered showing up to lessons then I could've gone to uni like my brother and sister, who are both pulling in at least 25 grand a year now while I'm on half that. I'm good at my job, but being on temporary contracts means the chances of promotion are laughable - it just doesn't happen. And rather then make me permanent, they'll just wait for my contract to expire (so they can say they're cutting jobs) then bring in someone to replace me the next month. Work's great because I've met loads of new people, got loads of girls' numbers (mostly as friends but two with the potential for more) and gained some skills but when it's over I'm going to brick myself; the prospect of going off to a new place, learning totally new work and having to make new friends again scares me. I've been moved around loads and always made new friends, but it's always been similar work.
I'm getting old and life's responsibilities are finally catching up with me. Soon I'll have to learn how to iron...
OK, rant over, just had some stuff to whine about and my mates are probably sick of hearing about it.
On Thursday I took the day off work to go to the hospital. Not to relax, not to get away from work and get drunk with my friends - so I could go to the hospital at 11am (only time I could get) then go home. I couldn't accept that so I texted my mate The Fos and he came to town to meet me when I was finished there (though I had to go back the next day for a blood test)
After seeing The Island with said mate and having a quick beer I went home, then went to look at a house with my mate (The Wal) my dad, Wal's brother and his wife and The Fos. The idea of owning a house with my mate (with a girl you're more likely to split up and that causes hassle) has me more than a little bit excited. But all this talk of mortgages, bills, re-decorating, and costs etc. has me scared in a "I'm only 21, I wish I was only 17 again" sort of way.
As if trying to keep a personal life, a social life and a love life together wasn't bad enough.
That's not to mention the holiday coming up in October, and the drugs I'm being put on for my skin that has a list of side effects that manages to fill two columns of small text on an A4 sheet. Depression and/or suicide, diabetes, hair loss, bone deformity, slight loss of sight/hearing, back pain, kidney and liver infections; that's just off the top of my head (OK, I had a sly peek at the piece of paper, but that's only about a quarter of what I can get from it, it's the stuff that made the papers, namely The Daily Mail, because some kid killed himself while on it) Just waiting for the results of the blood test to see if I can go on them (and that's AFTER they made me pay for them)
Is this it? Am I destined to work for HMRC (that's the new name for the Inland Revenue) for the rest of my life, paying off a mortgage and never getting to pursue my film making dreams? If I'd worked harder at school and actually bothered showing up to lessons then I could've gone to uni like my brother and sister, who are both pulling in at least 25 grand a year now while I'm on half that. I'm good at my job, but being on temporary contracts means the chances of promotion are laughable - it just doesn't happen. And rather then make me permanent, they'll just wait for my contract to expire (so they can say they're cutting jobs) then bring in someone to replace me the next month. Work's great because I've met loads of new people, got loads of girls' numbers (mostly as friends but two with the potential for more) and gained some skills but when it's over I'm going to brick myself; the prospect of going off to a new place, learning totally new work and having to make new friends again scares me. I've been moved around loads and always made new friends, but it's always been similar work.
I'm getting old and life's responsibilities are finally catching up with me. Soon I'll have to learn how to iron...
OK, rant over, just had some stuff to whine about and my mates are probably sick of hearing about it.
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I'm 21, I work full time and my career dreams have been put on hold so I can support myself. A while ago I got a debit card, and while waiting in the queue at the Nationwide, I realised I was old. Queuing in banks was something my parents did and dragged me along for the ride...
On Thursday I took the day off work to go to the hospital. Not to relax, not to get away from work and get drunk with my friends - so I could go to the hospital at 11am (only time I could get) then go home. I couldn't accept that so I texted my mate The Fos and he came to town to meet me when I was finished there (though I had to go back the next day for a blood test)
After seeing The Island with said mate and having a quick beer I went home, then went to look at a house with my mate (The Wal) my dad, Wal's brother and his wife and The Fos. The idea of owning a house with my mate (with a girl you're more likely to split up and that causes hassle) has me more than a little bit excited. But all this talk of mortgages, bills, re-decorating, and costs etc. has me scared in a "I'm only 21, I wish I was only 17 again" sort of way.
As if trying to keep a personal life, a social life and a love life together wasn't bad enough.
That's not to mention the holiday coming up in October, and the drugs I'm being put on for my skin that has a list of side effects that manages to fill two columns of small text on an A4 sheet. Depression and/or suicide, diabetes, hair loss, bone deformity, slight loss of sight/hearing, back pain, kidney and liver infections; that's just off the top of my head (OK, I had a sly peek at the piece of paper, but that's only about a quarter of what I can get from it, it's the stuff that made the papers, namely The Daily Mail, because some kid killed himself while on it) Just waiting for the results of the blood test to see if I can go on them (and that's AFTER they made me pay for them)
Is this it? Am I destined to work for HMRC (that's the new name for the Inland Revenue) for the rest of my life, paying off a mortgage and never getting to pursue my film making dreams? If I'd worked harder at school and actually bothered showing up to lessons then I could've gone to uni like my brother and sister, who are both pulling in at least 25 grand a year now while I'm on half that. I'm good at my job, but being on temporary contracts means the chances of promotion are laughable - it just doesn't happen. And rather then make me permanent, they'll just wait for my contract to expire (so they can say they're cutting jobs) then bring in someone to replace me the next month. Work's great because I've met loads of new people, got loads of girls' numbers (mostly as friends but two with the potential for more) and gained some skills but when it's over I'm going to brick myself; the prospect of going off to a new place, learning totally new work and having to make new friends again scares me. I've been moved around loads and always made new friends, but it's always been similar work.
I'm getting old and life's responsibilities are finally catching up with me. Soon I'll have to learn how to iron...
OK, rant over, just had some stuff to whine about and my mates are probably sick of hearing about it.
On Thursday I took the day off work to go to the hospital. Not to relax, not to get away from work and get drunk with my friends - so I could go to the hospital at 11am (only time I could get) then go home. I couldn't accept that so I texted my mate The Fos and he came to town to meet me when I was finished there (though I had to go back the next day for a blood test)
After seeing The Island with said mate and having a quick beer I went home, then went to look at a house with my mate (The Wal) my dad, Wal's brother and his wife and The Fos. The idea of owning a house with my mate (with a girl you're more likely to split up and that causes hassle) has me more than a little bit excited. But all this talk of mortgages, bills, re-decorating, and costs etc. has me scared in a "I'm only 21, I wish I was only 17 again" sort of way.
As if trying to keep a personal life, a social life and a love life together wasn't bad enough.
That's not to mention the holiday coming up in October, and the drugs I'm being put on for my skin that has a list of side effects that manages to fill two columns of small text on an A4 sheet. Depression and/or suicide, diabetes, hair loss, bone deformity, slight loss of sight/hearing, back pain, kidney and liver infections; that's just off the top of my head (OK, I had a sly peek at the piece of paper, but that's only about a quarter of what I can get from it, it's the stuff that made the papers, namely The Daily Mail, because some kid killed himself while on it) Just waiting for the results of the blood test to see if I can go on them (and that's AFTER they made me pay for them)
Is this it? Am I destined to work for HMRC (that's the new name for the Inland Revenue) for the rest of my life, paying off a mortgage and never getting to pursue my film making dreams? If I'd worked harder at school and actually bothered showing up to lessons then I could've gone to uni like my brother and sister, who are both pulling in at least 25 grand a year now while I'm on half that. I'm good at my job, but being on temporary contracts means the chances of promotion are laughable - it just doesn't happen. And rather then make me permanent, they'll just wait for my contract to expire (so they can say they're cutting jobs) then bring in someone to replace me the next month. Work's great because I've met loads of new people, got loads of girls' numbers (mostly as friends but two with the potential for more) and gained some skills but when it's over I'm going to brick myself; the prospect of going off to a new place, learning totally new work and having to make new friends again scares me. I've been moved around loads and always made new friends, but it's always been similar work.
I'm getting old and life's responsibilities are finally catching up with me. Soon I'll have to learn how to iron...
OK, rant over, just had some stuff to whine about and my mates are probably sick of hearing about it.
The woes of house buying.
after emptying my savings accounts I've got about 12 grand deposit but i'm still not entitled to a mortgage as house prices are high on the island
:-(
after emptying my savings accounts I've got about 12 grand deposit but i'm still not entitled to a mortgage as house prices are high on the island
:-(
Quit your job and leave the country.
Start a business abroad and live the British expat dream.
Start a business abroad and live the British expat dream.
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> Is this what it's like to be old?
> I'm 21
Oh to be so young again :)
Try internet banking and just keep taking your ironing to whoever does it at the moment.
Hospital? Hmm... some people are in and out of them all there life. Most aren't though. I haven't been near a hospital for approx. 7 years and then it was for a major operation I'd been pushing for. That probably doesn't qualify as consolation if you've no choice about going there.
Don't worry about morgages, bills etc. Getting your own place is fun. You are only going to be 'old' if you start worrying about the mess your friends are leaving (while they are still there!) and not the customary 3 days later when you notice it only by falling over the odd can or two that are lying on the floor. Okay I exaggerated that bit - we used to clean up the next day :)
> Is this what it's like to be old?
> I'm 21
Oh to be so young again :)
Try internet banking and just keep taking your ironing to whoever does it at the moment.
Hospital? Hmm... some people are in and out of them all there life. Most aren't though. I haven't been near a hospital for approx. 7 years and then it was for a major operation I'd been pushing for. That probably doesn't qualify as consolation if you've no choice about going there.
Don't worry about morgages, bills etc. Getting your own place is fun. You are only going to be 'old' if you start worrying about the mess your friends are leaving (while they are still there!) and not the customary 3 days later when you notice it only by falling over the odd can or two that are lying on the floor. Okay I exaggerated that bit - we used to clean up the next day :)
gordenisagaybys wrote:
> The woes of house buying.
>
> after emptying my savings accounts I've got about 12 grand deposit
> but i'm still not entitled to a mortgage as house prices are high on
> the island
>
> :-(
You sound like a mate of mine.
Which island?
> The woes of house buying.
>
> after emptying my savings accounts I've got about 12 grand deposit
> but i'm still not entitled to a mortgage as house prices are high on
> the island
>
> :-(
You sound like a mate of mine.
Which island?
Ineedsleep wrote:
>
> Don't worry about morgages, bills etc. Getting your own place is
> fun.
Unless you lose it.
>
> Don't worry about morgages, bills etc. Getting your own place is
> fun.
Unless you lose it.
gordenisagaybys wrote:
> The woes of house buying.
>
> after emptying my savings accounts I've got about 12 grand deposit
> but i'm still not entitled to a mortgage as house prices are high on
> the island
>
> :-(
How old are you? I thought you were about 15.
> The woes of house buying.
>
> after emptying my savings accounts I've got about 12 grand deposit
> but i'm still not entitled to a mortgage as house prices are high on
> the island
>
> :-(
How old are you? I thought you were about 15.
Well Mojo, don't worry about re-decorating for starters - you're supposed to be 'a lad' right? Things like re-decorating shouldn't concern you unless your house currently looks gay or has pictures of Barney everywhere.
If you're having fun then I wouldn't worry about your career too much as long as you have enough to make ends meet and save enough. Better to be dead at 60 having had a lot of fun then be alive having used up the best years of your life saving to support your crappy older self in later life.
And for the love of god don't have kids - if the current situation you're in seems bad then make sure you don't knock anyone up otherwise you're up **** creek.
Jobs are crap, mortgages are crap, life's a bit crap: make sure you have time to chase your dreams otherwise it really is all just crap. :)
If you're having fun then I wouldn't worry about your career too much as long as you have enough to make ends meet and save enough. Better to be dead at 60 having had a lot of fun then be alive having used up the best years of your life saving to support your crappy older self in later life.
And for the love of god don't have kids - if the current situation you're in seems bad then make sure you don't knock anyone up otherwise you're up **** creek.
Jobs are crap, mortgages are crap, life's a bit crap: make sure you have time to chase your dreams otherwise it really is all just crap. :)
Hedfix wrote:
> Well Mojo, don't worry about re-decorating for starters - you're
> supposed to be 'a lad' right? Things like re-decorating shouldn't
> concern you unless your house currently looks gay or has pictures of
> Barney everywhere.
"I looooove youuu, you looooove meeee, we're a happy faammiillyy..."
> Well Mojo, don't worry about re-decorating for starters - you're
> supposed to be 'a lad' right? Things like re-decorating shouldn't
> concern you unless your house currently looks gay or has pictures of
> Barney everywhere.
"I looooove youuu, you looooove meeee, we're a happy faammiillyy..."
Ahahaha, "I'm old" at 21.
I'm 32. Which is like listening to a 10yd old complaining to you, Moj, that he feels pressured in life.
So you queued in a bank and went to the hospital.
Being old is making that "euooof" sound when you stand up or sit down, discovering a couple of silver hairs and hangovers lasting all day and into the next.
But being old is also getting away with murder, because you're supposed to know better and be above it all.
Today I finished work and had a kip, then I've been playing BF2, watching movies and txting some hump about next weekend.
It's odd, when I was 17 and I was never cutting my hair "maaaaan", I thought 30 was old.
Now I've passed that milestone, 50 is old to me. I'm not old, I feel no different at all to how I did when I was 18.
Except I obviously behave differently because I spent an hour trying to talk to an 18yr old and thought "jesus you're naive".
No doubt if I make 50, I'll see 70 as old.
Being old is a mindset.
I'm younger than you Moj, despite your one-named mates and girlmates that get shagged in alleyways by strangers.
I'm 32. Which is like listening to a 10yd old complaining to you, Moj, that he feels pressured in life.
So you queued in a bank and went to the hospital.
Being old is making that "euooof" sound when you stand up or sit down, discovering a couple of silver hairs and hangovers lasting all day and into the next.
But being old is also getting away with murder, because you're supposed to know better and be above it all.
Today I finished work and had a kip, then I've been playing BF2, watching movies and txting some hump about next weekend.
It's odd, when I was 17 and I was never cutting my hair "maaaaan", I thought 30 was old.
Now I've passed that milestone, 50 is old to me. I'm not old, I feel no different at all to how I did when I was 18.
Except I obviously behave differently because I spent an hour trying to talk to an 18yr old and thought "jesus you're naive".
No doubt if I make 50, I'll see 70 as old.
Being old is a mindset.
I'm younger than you Moj, despite your one-named mates and girlmates that get shagged in alleyways by strangers.
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