Wednesday, 8 April 2009

The New Job

Hello to anyone reading this. I have a job. It's a good one too. A curry house in Bradford, with the nicest group of people I've worked with since Aintree in 2005. They are truly awesome. They make me feel welcome and if I have questions, I'm encouraged to ask them. I'd just like a minimum wage. I say this with gratitude, I love my job; I'm fed and watered, spoken to like a human being and best of all I've made friends. It's just, I have to ask, is it worth it?
The minimum wage for someone my age is £5.73. I'm on less than £3. It's a crap wage but I do love it. It's nice working in a busy environment, I missed that at my previous job. I do enjoy working for people, taking orders and making sure they're okay etc. The only problem is at £25 a shift, I'm making sod all for 23 hours work a week: £75, that's it. It's unfair and illegal but I have to say, it's just about worth it. I am enjoying myself, learning how they do their thing, comparing it to other places I've worked. It's a new learning curve, I like the challenge but I'm having troublw with the whole £3 an hour gig. I just want to change my life for the better and be a free woman, able to care for Matt and myself without making too much effort. I've always had a good work ethic, good manners etc, but why am I pimping myself out like this? Again, is it worth it? Please, someone: tell me!
I hate having to work. I truly do. I want to be free and live on an island near Fiji with Matt and our two dogs and just be free. But, no. Not a possibility unless they start paying me a couple of million a shift. Unlikely.

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