Last week I reached a point I have managed to reach a few times before. I reached the point where a part of me gave up inside and I felt that I was more than ready to get a "real job". I wanted security and I know those kinds of things pay more. Even though I entered into an agreement with a guy whereby he would send me writing work each week he's actually yet to send me some because he's been abroad. That's hardly security, but I can see that it's really no one's fault in this case.
Not for a freelance writer anyway
So I'm going through my emails when I come across one of the emails I get every day telling me of the jobs going in my area. I see there's a job going at the tech department store near me. It's for Christmas temporary work and is the kind of thing I'd be good at. I have a lot of retail experience and an interest in technology. Not to mention they'd end up getting most of my paycheck back because I'd just buy from them a lot. Especially if they give me a sweet, sweet staff discount.
The company in question
I breezed through the online and phone interview stage. Yesterday I attended a group interview thing they had going on. They had me (and 14 other people) doing group activities and things and also gave us one on one interviews during that time. It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be really and hopefully I did a good enough job with everything to land a job there. I'll find out in the next few days if I do or don't. If I don't I can always become a delivery boy when I get a driving license. I'm not kidding when I say a delivery boy earns more. The local pizza shop is advertising for a delivery boy and they pay £7.20 an hour, cover gas and mileage, and even pay your insurance.
And that, Americans, is why tipping doesn't exist in England. Although you also get to keep tips.