Showing posts with label job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label job. Show all posts

Thursday, 23 September 2010

I do my best thinking offline

Guys, you have to believe that I really try my best to be a good blogger. I'm really pushing myself not only to update as often as possible but also to write about real stuff (not just whatever crap that comes into my mind)

I always take years to finish a blog post and even then it's not even a good one. It's always afterwards when I go brush my teeth or take the bus when I come up with something interesting to write about. But thne when I finally get in front of the computer I either realize it was actually kinda pathetic or I have forgotten about it. Epic win, right.

Anyway, I've been jobhunting the past week (as my twitter states) and I must tell you it's a total bitch. Where do you find one, huh? Well, then again it might have something with me not being 100% into it. Because to be honest I don't really really want to have a low paid part-time job where people boss you around like the dirt on the floor. And to be really honest I don't really really need the money (of course I could use a few more quids but I survive).

But I looked for jobs anyway, because it was the right thing to do. All of my flatmates work, right, so during these days, as my lessons haven't started yet, I've just been sitting around like a giant baby doing nothing in an empty flat wheras real people have been out there making money and getting experiences.

So far I've applied for two jobs (took some real effort I'll tell ya) and I have absolutely no hope whatsoever. Partly because I know my CV is completely shit because I basically have no experience in anything, but also because I don't really mind if I get it or not, you know, my life will go on just as well as before, and weirdly it feels really good. Why? Because I've always been this jump up person who frets over ever-y-thing! When I buy concert tickets (worried my head off), when I started uni (worried my head off), taking loans (worried my head off), buying stuff online (still worrying my head off), you need more examples? I always worry because I make them into such big deals, that if something goes wrong whether it's undelivered tickets, scams or whatever I can't imagen how I'll handle it.

I always make myself worry too much and that's why for once I feel really good (with other words, I feel kinda mature). Life would be so much easier this way, it's too much pressure to get your hopes too high or put yourself out there with nothing to fall back on.

Sincerely,
Tiffany

Thursday, 19 August 2010

My superpower

Rant #1 of 1000s.

So, the other day I was going to drive with my dad (which is going pretty well btw), but before we did, my dad just had to the grocery store nearby. It was a Wednesday afternoon alright, so why were there so many people? I don't even...whatever. (Which movie?!) So you got the situation: only 2 cashiers are open and the lines are too long. You go and queue at the seemingly shortest line (you even did some investigation to see which one is the shortest) and it magically turns into the slowest.

Actually the lines were not that long in this case, I was just really eager on driving. I did a quick check on the both lines, ok we were not going to stand behind that lady with the trolley overloaded with catfood, dirt and god knows what. So it was the other line then. You probably don't know this but I'm the THE master of choosing the wrong queue. It's like my superpower or something.

What was wrong this time? Newbie at the cashier. I'm usually very understanding of new staff (when I'm in a good mood) but this girl was extremely.....................new. I know it's difficult in the beginning (I've been there myself) and everything's new but this girl was something exra alright. She had to ask the other guy like every other second: Oh what does this mean? I did this but it's not right. Oh I pushed the wrong button. The scanner doesn't work. Bladdiblabladdibla!

I started to wonder how on earth they could hire someone so (obviously) unqualified. There must be 1000s of unemployed teenagers in Malmö. I mean I am freaking one of them! It's really hard to get a part-time job here and you basically have to have trillion years of experience in whatever if they are even gonna consider you for the job. I'm not personally attacking this girl, for all I know she might be the best cashier today, but it's intriguing. How does employment processes really work?

Peace out,
Tiffany