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Okay, so here are the facts:
I'm HERE, not THERE, not US, not U.K., not any-fucking-where-else in the world.
I have officially joined the ranks of over-qualified, under-paid, over-worked graduates the island-over who are unable to afford the roof over their heads and the water out of the taps. That's F.I.N.E.
I DON'T want to play the "how much do you earn now" game and I DON'T want to play the name-drop-your-employer-so-people-will-realise-just-how-smart-you-are game.
I WANT THAT job and I'll fucking take a 50% pay cut if I can get my damned foot jammed in the door.
I'll be keeping my eye firmly on the goal. Get the years under my belt and get the fuck out of this shit hole where there's nothing to do, nowhere to go and too many frickin opinions from too many mouths.
And then my goblin goes "so what-chu gonna do about it? Huh Punk? What-chu gonna do" (in his best gangsta impression yet)
Get a fucking job, get paid and get out. Time to start playing the game. And staying where I am is not doing me any favours. I refuse to stay in that pathetic back-water of an office. Mired down by inconsequential crap that never sees the light of day. I can't respect myself and I can't respect my directors for feeding off and relying on an essentially perfectly, completely useless job function. (of course my interviewers need not know that). Where is the value-add guys? WHERE?
In the past 1.5 years I have been thoroughly and totally culture-shell-shocked, so what the heck. Let's get on with it shall we? Time for a good dose in the real-world.
But maybe... first... there will be time for a quick nap *grin*
I'm HERE, not THERE, not US, not U.K., not any-fucking-where-else in the world.
I have officially joined the ranks of over-qualified, under-paid, over-worked graduates the island-over who are unable to afford the roof over their heads and the water out of the taps. That's F.I.N.E.
I DON'T want to play the "how much do you earn now" game and I DON'T want to play the name-drop-your-employer-so-people-will-realise-just-how-smart-you-are game.
I WANT THAT job and I'll fucking take a 50% pay cut if I can get my damned foot jammed in the door.
I'll be keeping my eye firmly on the goal. Get the years under my belt and get the fuck out of this shit hole where there's nothing to do, nowhere to go and too many frickin opinions from too many mouths.
And then my goblin goes "so what-chu gonna do about it? Huh Punk? What-chu gonna do" (in his best gangsta impression yet)
Get a fucking job, get paid and get out. Time to start playing the game. And staying where I am is not doing me any favours. I refuse to stay in that pathetic back-water of an office. Mired down by inconsequential crap that never sees the light of day. I can't respect myself and I can't respect my directors for feeding off and relying on an essentially perfectly, completely useless job function. (of course my interviewers need not know that). Where is the value-add guys? WHERE?
In the past 1.5 years I have been thoroughly and totally culture-shell-shocked, so what the heck. Let's get on with it shall we? Time for a good dose in the real-world.
But maybe... first... there will be time for a quick nap *grin*