Job hunt

I mentioned about how I’m in dire need of a job. Well yesterday, the search began. A mate of mine managed to nab something himself. He’ll be working after school and on Saturday each week and for that, will earn a mighty £50 per week. Excited by such a prospect I planned to do the same. I don’t mind hard graft so long as the rewards are just. Therefore, if I was to do after school, then I knew I must sought after something local for getting home can be a nightmare at certain times of night in other areas.

It didn’t go quite as planned. Cycling round my small village, I found little that took my interest. It was also quite busy and I wasn’t much persuaded to wait in a queue only to ask whether there were any jobs going. I was quite shy really. I mean, yeah, there wasn’t much there but had a bit of effort been put in on my part, well, I might’ve struck lucky.

It just wasn’t to be. I pray I’ll have more luck come next Saturday when I throw the after school notion out of the window and just look to keep it simple and secure a Saturday job allowing me enough money to go out each weekend. That means I won’t have to stay local, though obviously I won’t be going too far away. It just means I’ll have more choice not to mention I’ll be a whole lot less shy ‘cos I’m not so known in the area.

Strapped for cash

I hate having no money. What’s worse is that four months or so ago, I had money and it’s all since gone down the drain. I was ecstatic to have succeeded in my attempt to dive into my savings early. I had £600 odd to spend on whatever I liked. It all went sooner than expected of course, a good deal going into strengthening my Summer clothing collection, the pip of which was an £80 Hugo Boss top which I just couldn’t resist (no, I’m not gay) and the rest serving as spending money for my Summer vacation to Magaluf. With the bulk spent, it didn’t take very long for it all to vamoose. Now I find myself struggling to be able to find going out money each week.

One major plus is that very recently I was sent my national insurance number card thingy, which, in simple terms, means that I can now work. Because I want to stay in school, I’m not thinking anything full time quite yet but am intrigued by the prospect of a simple Saturday job. I’ve heard they’re offered in abundance, especially with Christmas nearing the horizon. If I get somewhere local, I might even be able to do time after school.

I won’t be off looking for a job however until Saturday, it being likely that if I do get something I won’t be asked to come in until the following week. As of now, my credit stands at £5.50. If going out with a friend at the weekend, I need £6 for the cab back home. All well and good. I still need extra though for a £2 pizza and some drink. Hopefully I might be able to cheek a fiver or two off my mother though I won’t be holding my breath. Then there’s always next Friday to consider though I guess I’ll be best off worrying about that when the time comes.

Can’t wait for the weekend to begin

Sunday, boring Sunday, day of recovery and all that. I hate it. It doesn’t feel like a day off. It feels like your weekend is over and all that lies ahead is the coming week, a week of gruelling work in which the only thing that will keep you going is the knowing that the next weekend isn’t far off. But right now it’s a mountain of time away wherein lies my distaste of Sunday.

Skint, Saturday was my day of recovery which I utilised by sharpening up my HTML skills and reliving my child hood days by watching Dragonball Z. For fans of the show, and that should go out to everyone, I’m up to the Android saga, taking place before the whole Cell affair. Lovely stuff. Of course, really I should be using the time to catch up on my coursework seeing as I’m majorly behind in both English and ICT. What can I say, I just couldn’t be bothered. Still, a 1st December deadline is looming in regard to ICT and I suppose I better get on it soon, what with not one but two GNVQ units to complete in the space of less than a fortnight.

After much trial and error

After much trial and error, what you see before you has now arrived. I’ve done the whole blog thing before, with a short running effort that I named ‘this boy,’ so called after me, still a boy, soon to be approaching my sixteenth birthday, even now. In the end, I didn’t find the time to update and it finished all too promptly for my liking. But, for the most part, I enjoyed journaling the personal events of my life on the net. I found it an amusing hobby, to begin with. Here I aim to start anew, with a base to recall my struggling through the furlong that is the final year of my GCSE’s, where I want to go with my career after that and other such guff that I find interesting.

For now, we’re supported by wordpress.com, a most handy service whom offer, would you believe it, word press free of charge – the generous sods. The design, unfortunately, is not my own. I’m still in the stages of picking up the language that is web design and despite a keen understanding of HTML, I’m fairly undeveloped when it comes to CSS. So, for the time being at least, I’ll be using a theme created by the hands of Phu Ly, a chap who I’ve always admired when it comes to the web design art for he’s rather brilliant in that respect and has the whole simplicity thing down to a key.

That’s all you need to know, for now. Be safe in the knowledge that we’re just starting out and will hope to be around for a while yet. I’ve yet to establish exactly what this blog is about, hence why that particular section is, at the time of writing, blank, but I’ll be seeing where my imagination takes us, and I’ll work from there.