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I now have a job which thus far bores me, takes an hour to get to in the morning, costs five quid a day in train fare and is located in a terrible depressing town in the middle of nowhere. I'm commuting out of the city. That's not right.
On the plus side, I'm now making money, which I wasn't before, and the actual job title - mental health caseworker if you're interested - will look good on my CV for later. The fact that it's all admin and so far could be done by a well-trained koala, I quite possibly won't mention.
So, yeah. Gainful employment sucks. But I already knew that. I think I am, by nature, one of those people who should be living in my parents basement, eating doritos, playing computer games and claiming to be writing a novel. But it's just not practical. My parents don't have a basement.
(And anyway, I'm British so it's a cellar. And that has quite different connotations. Say you live in your parents cellar and someone may call social work, no matter how old you are.)
On the plus side, I'm now making money, which I wasn't before, and the actual job title - mental health caseworker if you're interested - will look good on my CV for later. The fact that it's all admin and so far could be done by a well-trained koala, I quite possibly won't mention.
So, yeah. Gainful employment sucks. But I already knew that. I think I am, by nature, one of those people who should be living in my parents basement, eating doritos, playing computer games and claiming to be writing a novel. But it's just not practical. My parents don't have a basement.
(And anyway, I'm British so it's a cellar. And that has quite different connotations. Say you live in your parents cellar and someone may call social work, no matter how old you are.)