h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

 Okay, so it's been a while since I last sat down and wrote a commentary on what I call "MyLife". "What's been going on?" You might well ask. And the short answer is "not a lot".

So you may want to know the long answer. Well, sit tight, children, it's time for an overgrown, and really quite tedious account of self pity and loathing. Since the end of the university year (way way way back in June for me) I have been succesfully employed twice (oh temping is great fun), been on a short holiday and I am currently neck deep in a pile of dung (or resits as most people call them).

My first job was working in an old people's home, cooking their evening meal and washing up their dirty plates. This was interesting as:
a) I've never really done this type of work before, and,
b) I was working alone.
Who in their right mind would employ someone like me to do that sort of job?

Anyway, job 2 was working for an independent insurance brokers. Being the temp, I was naturally given all the best jobs, company car, office to myself.....was I hell! I was just about lucky to get a computer for myself, and even then it was because I was doing data-entry, so I kind of needed it. I couldn't imagine doing data-entry as a lifetime occupation. This contract lasted five weeks.

So, eight weeks into my "holiday" I eventually get to go somewhere. So I decided on Ireland. Lovely country, lovely people, lovely drink, shame about all the holiday homes going up. I mean, it's as if someone has stuck a huge "For Sale" sign in the middle of County Clare. Bloody tourists.

Week nine, I'm back from my one week holiday, and straight into revision. Now it's week ten, and I wish I'd spent all of last year revising instead of drinking, socialising and generally having a good time.

On a more positive note, I can finally do a little spring cleaning around my "patch", update names, get rid of old messages, that sort of thing. Oh, yeah, and I've FINALLY had two rejections. They said my entries were too witty. Who am I to argue?
 
 

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Sounds familiar, I've just failed my first year. Came back home and after a month gave up on the re-sits and opted for full time employment until I could go back and do the work off my own back!

After a bit on the doll job hunting I landed a job in Burger King (*muted wahoo*) in the only place in Dover that you can get jobs, the port. That's all Dover is really, one big port. It's impossible to get a job there without someone knowing you. That's why I'm doing a course in Visual Basic, so I can get out of this dump.

Still I've got my own phone line and inter net connection and I'm enjoying the course so I'm happy now.

Good luck on the re-sits and may the be with you,

ReapeR

Thanks for the encouragement. Sorry to hear you haven't made it back, yet.....
I must say though, I passed my resits, some of them stunningly well. I suppose I should learn a lesson from it.

I don't suppose you fancy writing a guide entry on Dover or ports? It might be rejected or then again, shock horror, accepted

Have they taught you how to say "You got it!" in that annoyingly chirpy way yet?

No I refuse to conform!

They tried to brain wash me with videos but I came out laughing. And I'm always giving away too many chips (Ha ha! King Fries my arse!) which does have its draw backs, they fall all over the floor and guess who has to clean them up!

About the port, It's a good idea cos I've got a few things to say but I haven't finished even my article on laziness yet! I've never liked writing so it takes some time for my creative juices to get flowing.

Good to hear you made it back, with flying colours! Sounds like my friends are having a blast (go to my home page and look for the links to Yoda and technicoloryawn) with their house full of slugs! At least they can play Half-life together when ever they want

Me, I'm currently looking forwards to tomorrow when I can blow my old school friends away at Half-life

Word to the wise: don't piss around too much, I'd rather be in Manchester than Dover, and may the be with you