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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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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.
Office job? Check.
Love life? Check.
Slight Depression? Check.
Solution - Buy a narrowboat/move abroad/go to University.
OddToe wrote:
> If this is so, just get some cash. Forget the house. And start
> making movies.
>
> Simple as.
>
>
> :D
Yeah, more directed towards Mojojo than you.
> If this is so, just get some cash. Forget the house. And start
> making movies.
>
> Simple as.
>
>
> :D
Yeah, more directed towards Mojojo than you.
> If this is so, just get some cash. Forget the house. And start
> making movies.
>
> Simple as.
:D
> making movies.
>
> Simple as.
:D
OddToe wrote:
> I think the point Mojo is trying to make is that he has dreams to make
> movies, yet he is 21 and hasn't tried to accomplish his dream yet.
Ahhh, crushed dreams. I'd say for a start than working for the government isn't really a hotbed of movie making talent.
Unless he's going to quit, and study making movies by taking a course it's absolutely nothing more than a pipe dream. Something to say "Well, I *could* have been making movies"
Wrong. You need to actually do something about it.
Sorry to sounds so harsh, but that's the way it is.
> I think the point Mojo is trying to make is that he has dreams to make
> movies, yet he is 21 and hasn't tried to accomplish his dream yet.
Ahhh, crushed dreams. I'd say for a start than working for the government isn't really a hotbed of movie making talent.
Unless he's going to quit, and study making movies by taking a course it's absolutely nothing more than a pipe dream. Something to say "Well, I *could* have been making movies"
Wrong. You need to actually do something about it.
Sorry to sounds so harsh, but that's the way it is.
I think the point Mojo is trying to make is that he has dreams to make movies, yet he is 21 and hasn't tried to accomplish his dream yet. The fact that he is buying a house is tying him down further shortening the time he has to start living out his dream.
If this is so, just get some cash. Forget the house. And start making movies.
Simple as.
If this is so, just get some cash. Forget the house. And start making movies.
Simple as.
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> 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?
Yes, unless you get off your fat ass and do something about it.
I'm 31, 32 in November. As goaty says, you're older than both of us.
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.
Age is nothing but a number that some people choose to make an issue about.
> 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?
Yes, unless you get off your fat ass and do something about it.
I'm 31, 32 in November. As goaty says, you're older than both of us.
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.
Age is nothing but a number that some people choose to make an issue about.
Mr Snuggly wrote:
> And my knees start hurting when I have
> to walk up more than four flights of stairs at a time (I work on the
> 5th floor).
My knees do that when walking up two flights of stairs, and i'm only 16.
:(
> And my knees start hurting when I have
> to walk up more than four flights of stairs at a time (I work on the
> 5th floor).
My knees do that when walking up two flights of stairs, and i'm only 16.
:(
Christ. I can't tie my shoelaces and stand back up again because my knees give way. I have to pull myself up.
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> And Goaty, I wasn't so much complaining about my age, more like
> "I'm doing stuff old only people should do, I'm only 21"
How do you think 21 year olds rent houses and successfully complete transactions at banks without doing that kind of stuff? Tsk, I'm 24 and find myself making the 'ooomph' noise when sitting down, that's what you need to worry about. And my knees start hurting when I have to walk up more than four flights of stairs at a time (I work on the 5th floor).
> And Goaty, I wasn't so much complaining about my age, more like
> "I'm doing stuff old only people should do, I'm only 21"
How do you think 21 year olds rent houses and successfully complete transactions at banks without doing that kind of stuff? Tsk, I'm 24 and find myself making the 'ooomph' noise when sitting down, that's what you need to worry about. And my knees start hurting when I have to walk up more than four flights of stairs at a time (I work on the 5th floor).
Get some money and go travelling.
Problems solved.
Problems solved.
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