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“HAVE YOU GOT A CHILD UNDER 8 YEARS OF AGE??”
This was the desperate phrase I repeated to crowds of rugby fans as they entered the stadium.
Everyone poured through the gates while I faced upstream like the panic-stricken woman in a movie who has lost her child. Or, in this case, wanted to barter for someone else’s.
I neglected to check the railfare before this job. 7-10am giving out breakfast biscuits in Woking station for £30.00 seemed tolerable. It seemed significantly less tolerable when I’d hauled myself out of bed at 5.45am to then pay £14.00 to get there. After a quick calculation of tax deductions my wage was near non-existent. AndContinue reading “A Fibrous Mistake”
I’d exaggerated my ability to style hair.
But the pay was good because the shifts were 14 hours long, so I was determined to Have A Good Go…
WHY AM I DOING THIS? Starting a blog in 2020 is the equivalent of hanging out on MSM Messenger. Nobody does it now. I know. But I wanted to wang some words out there and it turns out there is unlimited space on the internet. Raising a smile (or a least a cry-laugh emoji) makesContinue reading “Why Am I Doing This?”
Without anything more specific than ‘promote the Sun on Sunday’ as a job description I headed into Asda to start work. I asked a man in Asda uniform where the staff entrance was located. ‘We don’t have staff; we have ‘Colleagues’. And the Colleague entrance is round the back’. Fine. Hanging out by the newspapersContinue reading “Wearing A Suit In A Supermarket”
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