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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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Genire wrote:
> Right, and what age are you?
Just pointing out that it's pointless worrying about getting old, because unless you do something about it / get a terminal illness etc you have no choice in the matter.
So why worry?
> Right, and what age are you?
Just pointing out that it's pointless worrying about getting old, because unless you do something about it / get a terminal illness etc you have no choice in the matter.
So why worry?
Pandaemonium wrote:
> I'm 31, 32 in November. As goaty says, you're older than both of us.
> I'm 31, 32 in November. As goaty says, you're older than both of us.
Pandaemonium wrote:
> I'd open your wrists now then in that case.
Right, and what age are you?
> I'd open your wrists now then in that case.
Right, and what age are you?
Genire wrote:
> I'm scared!! I don't ever wana be old (not that 21 by any standards is
> old)
I'd open your wrists now then in that case.
> I'm scared!! I don't ever wana be old (not that 21 by any standards is
> old)
I'd open your wrists now then in that case.
I'm scared!! I don't ever wana be old (not that 21 by any standards is old)
My advice would be to obviously start something yourself. you wont get handed a film directing job on a platter. Just do wat ur doing and get started on script writing. submit and if ur not what they're looking for move on to the next
My advice would be to obviously start something yourself. you wont get handed a film directing job on a platter. Just do wat ur doing and get started on script writing. submit and if ur not what they're looking for move on to the next
Pandaemonium wrote:
> I've a morgage, a fiance and am getting married next year.
> I don't feel any different than when I was seventeen, to be honest.
Snap. I have more responsibilities now than when I was 17, but aside from that...well, I'm still the same deeply unpleasant individual that I've always been.
The hell with being old, and to hell with "acting your age".
> I've a morgage, a fiance and am getting married next year.
> I don't feel any different than when I was seventeen, to be honest.
Snap. I have more responsibilities now than when I was 17, but aside from that...well, I'm still the same deeply unpleasant individual that I've always been.
The hell with being old, and to hell with "acting your age".
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> it'll mean getting a part time job in my spare time,
> and it'll need to be enough to keep up my mortgage payments and
> bills. Not looking too likely, then...
Don't forget you have to pay rent at uni too. It's accounted for in the loan amount.
Though you'd be limited geographically obviously. Unless you rented your place out.
But would I be right in saying you've not lived the the Wal(?) before?
May I suggest you rent somewhere together first, if only for a couple of months. Just to make sure.
> it'll mean getting a part time job in my spare time,
> and it'll need to be enough to keep up my mortgage payments and
> bills. Not looking too likely, then...
Don't forget you have to pay rent at uni too. It's accounted for in the loan amount.
Though you'd be limited geographically obviously. Unless you rented your place out.
But would I be right in saying you've not lived the the Wal(?) before?
May I suggest you rent somewhere together first, if only for a couple of months. Just to make sure.
If I was you (which i'm not, obviously), I would stop thinking about going to university and just write a few scripts or try and land a couple of directing jobs (amatuer unpaid stuff) just to build a portfolio.
Start climbing the ladder of what you want to do, if you want to buy the house then do it. But you could just buy/rent a small/cheap as possible place such as a bed-sit for a temporary measure, and get your ar$e into gear to start your dream.
When I'm older, and if I start thinking about my one aim in life I want to achieve, and if I haven't started trying to achieve it yet then I would kick my own ass into gear.
Especially if it is something that can make me a whole-lotta mulah such as movie making.
Start climbing the ladder of what you want to do, if you want to buy the house then do it. But you could just buy/rent a small/cheap as possible place such as a bed-sit for a temporary measure, and get your ar$e into gear to start your dream.
When I'm older, and if I start thinking about my one aim in life I want to achieve, and if I haven't started trying to achieve it yet then I would kick my own ass into gear.
Especially if it is something that can make me a whole-lotta mulah such as movie making.
Just remember Tim from The Office.
" I'll go back to Uni eventually "
" I'll go back to Uni eventually "
YMCA's?
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