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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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"Forget the house. And start making movies."
Then where am I going to live? It's all very well for those who's parents will support them until they're 30, but I've wasted my time at home rent free and soon my parents are selling this house (since my brother just moved out and my sister's been gone a while) to buy a small house or bungalow just for the two of them; away from the city. My brother and sister got until they were 24/25, because they were at uni.
No thanks, I'll get out now while I can, and while I have money and a friend willing to pay half of the mortgage.
My plan was to go to uni eventually, pick up where I left off (I got two merits and a pass [equivilant of two Bs and a C at A level] on my last media course, more than enough to do the higher course I turned away from) but 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...
Then where am I going to live? It's all very well for those who's parents will support them until they're 30, but I've wasted my time at home rent free and soon my parents are selling this house (since my brother just moved out and my sister's been gone a while) to buy a small house or bungalow just for the two of them; away from the city. My brother and sister got until they were 24/25, because they were at uni.
No thanks, I'll get out now while I can, and while I have money and a friend willing to pay half of the mortgage.
My plan was to go to uni eventually, pick up where I left off (I got two merits and a pass [equivilant of two Bs and a C at A level] on my last media course, more than enough to do the higher course I turned away from) but 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...
gamesfreak wrote:
> I'm just saying, it sounds like those TV programmes where they get
> advised to do radical things such as moving abroad etc.
Getcha. To be honest, leaving a job you aren't happy with and enrolling in film school (there's on in Gateshead) to follow your dream is pretty much about as radical as you can get.
> I'm just saying, it sounds like those TV programmes where they get
> advised to do radical things such as moving abroad etc.
Getcha. To be honest, leaving a job you aren't happy with and enrolling in film school (there's on in Gateshead) to follow your dream is pretty much about as radical as you can get.
Apparantly there's very cheap land in Thailand. But what job would you do?
Mojo could pimp himself as a chick-boy, but what about the rest of us?
Mojo could pimp himself as a chick-boy, but what about the rest of us?
Pandaemonium wrote:
> ??? So moving abroad or going to uni is going to solve all your
> problems?
>
> Nope.
Sorry, didn't explain my post properly.
I'm just saying, it sounds like those TV programmes where they get advised to do radical things such as moving abroad etc.
> ??? So moving abroad or going to uni is going to solve all your
> problems?
>
> Nope.
Sorry, didn't explain my post properly.
I'm just saying, it sounds like those TV programmes where they get advised to do radical things such as moving abroad etc.
gamesfreak wrote:
> Mojo sounds like one of those people you see on the television.
>
> Office job? Check.
> Love life? Check.
> Slight Depression? Check.
>
> Solution - Buy a narrowboat/move abroad/go to University.
??? So moving abroad or going to uni is going to solve all your problems?
Nope.
> Mojo sounds like one of those people you see on the television.
>
> Office job? Check.
> Love life? Check.
> Slight Depression? Check.
>
> Solution - Buy a narrowboat/move abroad/go to University.
??? So moving abroad or going to uni is going to solve all your problems?
Nope.
Is there even a university in Liverpool? There must be, I guess. Bet it's crap.
Where you at? Liverpool?!
Yep, I'm at uni. Like most people born in 1984. But I doubt I'll feel this sort of I'm-almost-in-my-grave stuff when I do finally leave student bubble-world.
'84? Been to/at Uni then Stykemeister?
I was born in 1984 and don't have to deal with any of your post-teen angst, Papa Moj.
I think you feel old because you act like a father to your friend-harem at the tax place. Maybe let them come home after 10pm and you won't get as much bile-spit from the kids.
I think you feel old because you act like a father to your friend-harem at the tax place. Maybe let them come home after 10pm and you won't get as much bile-spit from the kids.
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