This Is Hardcore
So I'm moving on the 18th. I am, obviously, really excited, but it's hard to remember how exciting it actually is through all the stress. I was supposed to be working in Birmingham this week but I'm not anymore and now I'm having to borrow yet more money. I'm working a few random days to start training at The Little Gym before January but it's not enough, and the trainfare when I go at peak time in the mornings is £24, which I can barely actually afford since I don't get paid for the work til whenever.
So I did my first two days, when were fine in themselves because it's all just training and everyone is really nice. However, after my 11 hours work on my first day I had to go and meet my housemates to discuss loads of stuff, which was actually really nice, we had dinner and stuff, but didn't finish until about 11:30. So after waiting for various trains I got back to Brighton at 1:30, of course there were no trains to London Road so walked home in the freezing cold, got to bed at two, got up at six and did it all again.
So basically:
Travelled 2 hours
Worked 11 hours
Dinner
Travelled 3 hours
Slept 4 hours
Travelled 2 hours
Worked 11 hours
Travelled 3 hours
Slept... lots.
We get half hour lunch break which is taken out of our pay, but no one actually takes one everyone just wors through and eats some food at the same time and so I feel inclined to do the same. And apart from that you get no breaks at all: Literally, not even five minutes in the 11 hours you're there.
It's fine though, it's an ideal job, pay's pretty good, and the people are really nice. Not like Brighton & Hove. Oh god. No neo-nazis at the Little Gym at least.
Lots of Americans working there though. I swear I'm going to pick up an American accent before the year is out.
Oh and we have to sing. It's great. No really, it is though!
Hard work. I can do it though. I am hardcore.
So I did my first two days, when were fine in themselves because it's all just training and everyone is really nice. However, after my 11 hours work on my first day I had to go and meet my housemates to discuss loads of stuff, which was actually really nice, we had dinner and stuff, but didn't finish until about 11:30. So after waiting for various trains I got back to Brighton at 1:30, of course there were no trains to London Road so walked home in the freezing cold, got to bed at two, got up at six and did it all again.
So basically:
Travelled 2 hours
Worked 11 hours
Dinner
Travelled 3 hours
Slept 4 hours
Travelled 2 hours
Worked 11 hours
Travelled 3 hours
Slept... lots.
We get half hour lunch break which is taken out of our pay, but no one actually takes one everyone just wors through and eats some food at the same time and so I feel inclined to do the same. And apart from that you get no breaks at all: Literally, not even five minutes in the 11 hours you're there.
It's fine though, it's an ideal job, pay's pretty good, and the people are really nice. Not like Brighton & Hove. Oh god. No neo-nazis at the Little Gym at least.
Lots of Americans working there though. I swear I'm going to pick up an American accent before the year is out.
Oh and we have to sing. It's great. No really, it is though!
Hard work. I can do it though. I am hardcore.