I Got A Job

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After quitting my last job in May for reasons we shall not go into, (because this is the internet and bad things happen here) I finally found another. I went for my trial shift yesterday, and as it was coming to a close, my boss asked if I could work again today. So I'm taking that as I got the job.

My tip for anyone looking for a job is to persevere with however you're approaching your scouting method. I mean, personally, sites like Indeed didn't really prove effective for me. I sent off a few applications for places like Debenhams and Pizza Express, but was turned down, mainly because there was no face-to-face interaction like there was when I handed in my CV in person. So my recommendation would be to do it the old-fashioned way and actually show your shiny, beautiful face to whoever your prospective employer may be.

And, also, when you put in your location on job sites and then ask to receive notifications for your city, you get results from bloody miles away! Within 5 miles, my arse. And the job that I've finally managed to get is only at the end of my village and it wasn't even on any sites. So, if you're sat there every day on your backside just waiting for  job that suits you to pop up into your emails, then you're not going to find a job. I'm an English student at college and I applied for a job at a hairdressers. You need to stop being picky - money is money.

So, this is an extremely short post because I just wanted to update my blog on my life developments, so I can look back at this as mature Rebecca and congratulate myself. A totally self-absorbed reason but, who am I kidding, I'm the only one that reads this shit.

R.

Lately

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Lately I've been dealing with a lot of annoying people. People who deserve a huge smack in the face. People who I, admittedly, hate because they have no idea just how smackable they actually are. And currently I am going through a phase of hating people - quite a few people, who speak out of turn, out of line and on things they have no right to comment on. I don't think social media helps that much. I mean, every day, I see people commenting on girl's posts and photos and telling them just how unattractive they are because they need to pluck their eyebrows or sort out their makeup. Or, sometimes even worse, commenting on girl's photos just to compliment them on their 'tits'. I mean, if you're setting out to find yourself a life partner, being a sleezy prick isn't going to help.

And who are you? What gives you the right to look at a girl's body and the only thing you see is a pair of 'great tits'. You know, there are plenty of other things to comment a girl on other than parts of her anatomy. And for those people saying that girls post these photos to gain attention which, undoubtedly, a small proportion does, but basing your experience of girls off of this small proportion isn't right. And there's nothing bad about wanting attention, it's when girls get obnoxious and self-absorbed about it that it starts becoming a problem. But, don't kid yourself, these girls are posting pictures of themselves because THEY think they look good. We are not doing it for your benefit, sweetheart. When we take a picture of ourselves in which we think we look good, it's a massive confidence boost in a society that has taught girls that it is a bad thing to say 'I look good'.

From when we were little, we were taught to deny compliments and self-shame. And I'm not saying this is our parent's fault, this is how they were brought up too. And it is one of the hardest things to do, to break out of a chain of psychological bearings that has lasted for so long. But we are part of an entirely different generation to our parents. We live in the generation of equality and chance. So, yes, I'm angry at those dickheads who speak out of line, but the good thing about this is, they are few. They're still living in a generation that no longer exists. And they know it. So they're grasping desperately at the edges and trying to hang on to something that's slowly fading out of existence and into the past where it belongs. And, as they grasping and scratching at these edges, they're the ones who are destroying it.

So whenever you see an ugly comment on a photo of yours just remind yourself that the person behind that keyboard is probably a scratty 12-year-old on their dad's laptop with PornHub minimized in the corner tab. And, to be honest, if the world cared about what little dicks like that said, we's have been through WW4 by now.

So I'm going to leave you with some amusing comments left on some of my photos, just to prove my point that half of the people on the internet are either clinically proven dumb or illiterate.

I don't need to explain this photo. I wouldn't be able to if I could.

So much tumblr

R.

It's Summer Or Whatever

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So, apparently, Britain is having its hottest heat-wave on record. And I've no idea what that means. What does 'on-record' mean? When did records begin? And, say, if 'records' began in 1924, why can't they just say 'Britain's hottest day since 1924'? People in Australia are looking at us and laughing because we're the nerds that can't handle 31 degree heat. I mean, it's ridiculous that I actually felt like a bad-ass yesterday because I went outside without sun-cream on at 12 o'clock. Since starting college last year, at least 5 different people have asked me if I'm naturally ginger because I'm 'just so pale'. Like yeah, bitch, I'm lacking melanin... and I'm allergic to fake tan so I'm going to be like this for the rest of my life, but don't feel sad for me. I'm capable of living a happy life, I can just buy one of those 'freckle sticks' from Topshop and do a full conversion.


I can honestly say that this is probably the first time I've actually felt excited for summer. Last year I was going through a 'nobody likes me, I have no friends and I'm going to die alone' phase. So I kind-of shot myself in the foot and didn't really make an effort to contact people. But, this year, I'm pretty sure I've met some people who are able to tolerate me for more than an hour at a time. So that's good, I guess.

I'm not even going on holiday this year. My parents are, and they're leaving me with the dog for a week while they hop off to Wales. I say 'leaving', but I refused to go with them. I did point out the fact that they could always choose not to go to the land of coal mines and sheep, (seriously, who calls Wales a holiday? My apologies to anyone from the valleys, but my parents' honeymoon was a camping trip in Wales. With me.) because I'm going to possibly starve without them and burn the house down or poison the dog or something. I'm not, I can actually cook pretty well and I think they know that. I think that's why it was a 5 day holiday, and now it's 8.

I've also been going to a few university open days this last month, and it's safe to say I'm excited, but also pretty damn scared. I also found out that the halls of residence where I might be staying in, is an old mental asylum. I've looked online and there's a tonne of sites and chats warning people away because of ghosts and shit... but it's only £70 a week, so who's arguing? There's an on-site gym that's only £70 for the whole semester. And there's a club and little cinema and everything.

I was also in an English Literature talk with my cousin, who's taking graphic design, and the guy asked for all the parents to leave. So my cousin looks at me and says 'Should I leave? I want to see what he does.' So he stays sat there in a room of about 20 people, and the professor starts reading Poe, and then asks us to come up with some ideas about each stanza. So we group up with this girl, and my cousin just sits there confused as hell. After 5 minutes, the professor turns to us and starts asking people questions. I tell you, the look of fear in my cousin's eyes when the guy pointed at us and said 'What do you think about the trochaic structure of the 4th stanza?' was photo-worthy. So he starts to panic, lifts his hands up and says, 'I'M DOING A DEGREE IN PRODUCT DESIGN'. Then, the girl we were working with leans over my shoulder and whispers creepily 'You don't belong here'.

I'm scared to go back. I'm scared I walked into some Edgar Allan Poe cult and didn't realise it. I loved it, it was the best uni I've visited and I'd pay money, a large amount of money, to watch my cousin look like that again.

Another thing, a couple of posts back, I mentioned doing a feature where I suggested a TV program or something at the end... yeah... that didn't last long. But I'm watching the U.S. Office at the moment and it's pretty damn good. So go watch that if you have Netflix, or buy the box set or something. Don't go searching for free downloads or anything. I'm in no way suggesting you do that. Nope. Not at all.

R.