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Dec. 6th, 2009 | 07:50 pm

I don't update this at all these days. Still at the college, back with Josie, might be moving house. There.


Yet another driving test tomorrow. I'd better pass this time. If I don't it means another long wait for another test, preceded by more blooming expensive driving lessons that I can't afford. Fingers crossed. Wish me luck etc. etc.

It's the end of the year soon. Gulp.

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Fastest explosion.

May. 20th, 2009 | 11:02 pm
mood: cheerfulcheerful
music: Take Five - Dave Brubeck

Things are moving too quickly for me to keep track of.

I have a new job. I now work as an art technician at Stockport College. The work is great, but the pay is low. This is frustration incarnate, as the only reason I didn’t move out when I was working at JD Williams was because I was doing something I hated, and didn’t want to lose the feeling I could quit if I wanted to. Now that I’m doing something I wouldn’t mind relying on, I’m not earning enough.

The work itself is great though; It’s basically babysitting a class of 17 year olds. I show them how to do Photoshop and silkscreen printing, and tell them to be quiet when they get noisy. The other staff are friendly, and there’s a real sense of community about the place. I’ve never worked with people who are like me, and have the same interests and values. It’s also nice being valued for one’s (admittedly meagre) achievements, too. It’s also interesting being on the other side of Art education as well. Doling it out instead of taking it for granted. I’m surprised how, substantial, the facilities are at Stocky Coll as well. There are Mac suites and workshops and superb printmaking facilities. There was none of this at Aquinas, and it’s also explained why so many students I knew found the transition from college to University (on art courses) difficult. At Stocky Coll most of the teachers and technicians will basically do the work for the student, while at university you’re basically left to get on with it.

It’s made me think about taking on teaching as a career, but I don’t think I’d be able to teach art A Level. It’s too basic at A-level, and I don’t want to end up hating one of my passions. I could probably teach graphics, as I’m sufficiently detached from this subject to treat is as work. I do feel a little young for teaching at the moment though, and I know it’s something I can go back to, if I feel inclined. We’ll see.

Apart from that, I’ve made no art, but I have become a hypocrite and set up a twitter, so add me, and I can annoy you in an entirely new way!

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A dollar a day

Feb. 11th, 2009 | 11:31 pm
mood: bitchyGrumpy

I have been at work for 6 months. Since starting, I haven’t had time to write up a description of what it’s like. I wrote something about having to go to the dole office after about 10 minutes, so it’s about time I recorded for posterity my time working for JD Williams.
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What I did instead

Jan. 5th, 2009 | 12:06 am
mood: anxiousanxious
music: Jacqueline - Franz Ferdinand

If you're a regular here, you’ll know I usually spend the New Year making a list of resolutions. They mostly fall into the mundane self-improvement stuff. Quit Smoking, lose 50lbs, dead-lift 200kg, grow it big, etc. I actually felt quite cocky this time around when I decided to review last years list, as I thought I'd actually achieved one of them. This is because of the First I got at university. I was almost dead certain I'd put down "get a first" as, well, the first thing on the list. But now that I've come to review the list, I can see how misplaced this pride was, compared to what I set out to accomplish last January. I now present a list of what I didn't do over the last year:Collapse )

2-0-0-9!
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How to make friends and influence people (you don’t even like.)

Aug. 31st, 2008 | 01:08 pm

The big news this week is work. I started my job as an inbound enquiries advisor. It is a very easy, but also incredibly boring job. The people I work with are nice, and none threatening, which makes a change from my previous jobs. I think that’s all I have to say about work. That is how interesting it is.


It’s weird to think that this time last year I was making art and worrying about a dissertation, and now I don’t seem to have any momentum at all. This will be a long year.

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The worst way.

Aug. 25th, 2008 | 03:37 pm
mood: hopefulhopeful
music: pull my hair - Bright Eyes

I went to Barcelona for a week with my parents and brother. My parents wanted to go to Edinburgh, to see what all the fuss about the fringe festival is about. So I reminded them that it isn’t hot and sunny in Scotland. It is wet and cold, and windy. And they aren’t interested in the theatre, or mediocre stand-up comedy. So I persuaded them to go to Barcelona. A weeks holiday in Barcelona at a four star hotel including flights was the same price as three nights in a crumby B&B in Edinburgh. Didn’t take that much persuasion.
Barcelona is nice, it’s like a cross between a theme park and a city. It even has rides, like the cable cars and a beach. I expected a Manchester-on-sea sort of place, but it turned out to be huge. Plenty of museums and art galleries. I had plenty of paella.
Work starts tomorrow. It’s my first ever full time job, and the first time I’m getting paid above minimum wage. Not much above minimum wage, unfortunately. So no yachting holidays just yet.
It’s my last day of holiday and I’m lounging about watching old films I found in a box of VHS’s. Some of the old ITV idents are pretty insane. Rock on.
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An increasing web presence.

Aug. 10th, 2008 | 05:01 pm
mood: apatheticAlright
music: Müm-Sunday night just keeps on rolling.

August, you truly are, the eigth month of the year.

The summer plods on. I have a job now, which I start at the end of the month. This is good because it means I don't feel guilty about basically lying around. I think I'll end up watching a lot of handball, archery, and other unpopular sports.

The olympic opening ceremony was pretty incredible. I've been thinking how awful London's attempt will be. I have no idea how they will create anything as awesome. My money at the moment is on a brigade of holographic dancing Cilla Blacks, while that inept logo is spelled out in the manner of those carphone warehouse adverts. Tim Henman will then shout "Twentytwelve" at the top of his lungs. What a time to be alive!

Müm, were amazing, by the way. Why weren't you watching them?

Anyway, how are you doing?

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No way to make a living.

Jul. 14th, 2008 | 11:16 pm
mood: annoyedfed up
music: Swimming Eyes - Jeniferever

I’ve finished Uni now, and now in the middle of what can I only describe as the long, dull summer. I’ve been looking for work, but my two-week intensive burst hasn’t resulted in much (4 jobs a day), so I’ve signed on. I am officially a member of the underclass.

Today was only the second time in my relatively short life that I’ve been into a Jobcentreplus. Last summer was the first time, when I went for an interview for an employment agency. I was taken aback by the level of security, and slightly amused by a kid who’d brought his skateboard to the interview.

When I walked into the Stockport branch of Jobcentreplus this afternoon, to meet an M. Grimley, I passed two lads beatboxing on their way out. There was another group smoking on the railings outside. Once inside I was directed up to “New claims” on the first floor. I didn’t fancy my chances squeezed into the tiny lifts with a pushchair and it’s nicotine stained mother, so I took the stairs.

There was a definite divide in the long office, sofas in a line down the centre, and the desks where the staff worked were along the walls. I was told to take a seat on the sofas and asked to wait. The office was done out rather nicely, actually. Everything seemed new and corporate. Artistically lit posters on the walls exclaimed, “Yes, you can get a job!”, while others showed happy, smiling, pretty people, working on a checkout, or caring for an elder. One was even dressed as a chef. The only real noticeable difference between this office and any other modern place of work, were the people. I mentioned the divide earlier; it was between the employed, and the jobseekers. There was a definite air of cigarette smoke and body odour about the place. Tracksuits and shaven heads were also prevalent, as were noisy and unruly children. The jobseekers all seemed a little on the undernourished side, in comparison to the staff.

The staff weren’t that patronising, not to me anyway, but while I was being shown jobs that might suit me in the Stockport area on a computer screen, I wondered why I was here, counted amongst the GCSE dropouts and teenage mothers. I know it doesn’t really mean anything in the long term. It’s just a mega bummer.

On paper it shouldn’t have been an incredibly depressing experience. The offices were modern, the staff were sympathetic and helpful, and they were basically handing out free money. It must have something to do with my perception of myself. The snob in me wanted to feel superior to the moron in the tracksuit being interviewed across from me (his looking for work involved walking around the industrial estate) but I was in the exact same position, acknowledging my un-employability. All in all, the experience was a lot like school. There were professionals paid to help and make this a productive experience, whilst no one whatsoever wanted to be there. At all.

My signing on day is Wednesday. Joy of Joys.

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Results

Jun. 25th, 2008 | 10:52 am
mood: anxiousanxious

Does my face count as my head?

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Status Anxiety

Jun. 10th, 2008 | 11:10 pm
mood: apatheticapathetic

Sometimes I don't know why I bother.

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