Random Work And Finding A Job

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The fact I've randomly been assigned holiday leave implies that my work contract isn't going to be extended. A shame because I was hoping it would be extended. I've really liked it here (at my job) and I tried my best with everything. I thought I was doing well. Guess I just didn't make the cut.

Back to job searching then. Maybe I really should just take the leap and move out.

Oh sorry to hear about that. If anyone deserves a bit of good fortune in the work department it's you

On a different note; I was just remembering a game I made up in the call centre. It was fun. I used to concentrate on a particular person on the other side of the office and by the power of thought alone I would make him do things like scratch his head or pick his nose

I was convinced of my power

I named the game after the subjects name. I thought it only polite

"when", (not "if"), but "when", home depot has the nerve to micromanage me out of my dumpsterfire "job", then i will be looking for "random work".

zero job skills
autism,
unstable work history.

"beggars can't be choosers"

horrified/terrified about what kind of "work" i will end up doing. or not being able to beg precious lil "people" to make the mistake of hiring my worthless corpse.

I remember when I was 19 there was a job I went for, stacking shelves in a supermarket, and the hours were really long. It started at 8 in the morning and finished at 6 in the evening, with only a couple of short coffee breaks. And it even had Saturdays too - 9 in the morning to about 2 in the afternoon. So altogether that's about 55 hours a week. My mother wanted me to go for it, and I applied but was thankful when I didn't get the job. I just couldn't work those amount of hours doing very boring and repetitive work all day every day, having to keep to rules and hoping that you'll get along with your colleagues. And getting up early every day and hardly having enough time to work on your creative projects.
No thanks.

I love remembering working at the mill but at the time I probably hated it

It was a old yarn dyers and I worked one of the spinning machines

My job involved a lot of running, up and down and up and down this huge bloody machine for about 8 hours a day
I don't even think we had minimum wage back then either so I was probably getting about 2 quid and hour for my trouble

The place even had the old clocking in system and the boss was like something out of Charles Dickens
He used to come round telling us off if we clocked in late and he would dock our pay

Still probably better conditions than what you get these days
At least we used to have a laugh

And you know you've done a good day's work when you go home filthy, knackered and starving hungry

I used to also enjoy doing high level order picking

I wouldn't have the nerve to do that these days but in my early 20s I was like flipping Spiderman climbing everywhere
I mainly used to stand on the forks of the flt or go up in a cage to pick items from really high levels
It gives me anxiety to think about it now
We used to race the trucks around the warehouse as well during quiet periods

It was a fantastic job when I look back. I would work 4 nights on and get 4 off so I never knew what day it was or even what time of year for that matter but the pay was great and I think we were all bloody nutcakes so it wasn't like work really
Plus I got all my Christmas shopping from there
Perks of working nights

One of the day managers once said to me: babybird, there's only two kinds of people who choose to work nights: thieves and druggies

It's funny what your brain remembers

I think that was before minimum wage came in as well
1998 or 97 or something like that

In my life experience, loyalty in the workplace doesn't exist

I wonder if meetings and interviews would be better held outside in the fresh air

I've found that there's a lot of very bitter and twisted people in the workplace

Yet they're the ones who've passed the acid test and fit through the straight slot.

Yeah

In my life I've only ever known one person named Bilal and he was in the workplace

He was a very entertaining guy but totally unsuited to sales

Bit of an update: My contract was extended since then. However, it is due to end next week. They had those of us, who were interested in staying on permanently, interview for the position. I'll find out next week if I've been successful or if it truly it my last week.

It's horrible not knowing.

You must be on tenterhooks

I am! If the answer is no, I'm going to have to rethink my game plan. I don't want to be job searching for ages again.

I remember when jobs were advertised on little card in the actual jobcentre itself and the staff in the jobcentre were really helpful as well

It's difficult for me to fathom helpful and jobcentre in the same sentence.

I've heard stories but I can't really wrap my head around it. I hated going. The building was like an old rundown school. Any personality that it may have formerly had was long gone. It had large overhead lights that buzzed like a swarm of insects. There were grimy windows that looked like they hadn't been cleaned in years. Somehow there was always a musty smell, maybe it was damp mould.

The computers were so slow. I'd sit down and have a ten minute conversation to confirm that I was still applying to jobs and hadn't given up yet. My advisor would write that in their notes and that was it. Well, that was it until next time where we'd have the exact same conversation. No suggestions. No help. Just meaningless box-ticking.