Its not my job of choice but the point is that I really need to start earning money. While I would be able to live this summer, food-wise (my mum buys my food), I wouldn’t be able to pay for my rent. Luckily it wont be as much as last year but I still wont be able to pay it. Which means I need to get a job.
I have been trying to get one for the last month or so. I even had a job interview and I was good! But apparently there were not enough positions and I got put on the ‘reserve’ list; this is basically the way they try to make you feel better while actually failing to do so. So I thought would ‘get over myself’ and try applying for McDonald’s.
I didn’t even make the interview. That’s just painful. And cruel.
I mean, who really wants to work for McDonalds? I can understand working for the sake of earning money, but can a person actually tell me that when they were growing up it was their dream? I hope not or I’d feel pretty sorry for them. Hey if you do im not saying thats a bad thing, I can’t say I consider it my life time ambition but everyones different. (And slightly weird) While writing this I have also applied to SUBWAY; I hope I have better luck here! Wish me luck!
Filed under: Miscellaneous, My History, University | Tags: Bad Luck, Injury, Miscellaneous, My History, Pain, University
My day was going fine. Well, as fine as can be expected when dealing with lots of rain and it being bloody cold. But it was going fine. I went to all my classes, did my homework and all without relatively any fuss. That was until I walked out of my 4 O’ clock lecture. I was heading over to my 2 hr Italian class when I stepped funny and fell, twisting my ankle in the process.
Now, when it comes to injury I have a bit of a history. Just so you get what I mean I am going to try and go through it (briefly). When I was 4 yrs old I fell of a wall and hit my head, I was badly concussed and had to go to hospital (I still reckon I was pushed, I mean come on, how can someone go from sitting to on their head?!). When I was 10 yrs old, I fell off a wall (yet again, this really was my own fault- well the brick work was shit…) and I broke my right wrist. When I was 11 yrs old, just a year after the first time, I had a roller skating acident and I broke my right wrist… again. When I was 13 yrs old I blocked a ball in netball (I love netball) and I broke three of my fingers on my left hand. That year I also managed to get run over by a car. I swear, the stamples they put in my head to put it back together hurt more then the bloody car did! When I was 15 yrs old, once again playing netball, I broke my left ankle. A few weeks after I had the cast removed, I managed to slip on the mat in the bathroom and break my left wrist. These are just a few of the dramas I have gone through, so you can understand why I may feel a little cynical to this latest developement.
I mean, at least if I had been drinking I wouldn’t have felt the pain until much later. I’ve done this too, I couldn’t walk for three days after that, but at least I didn’t know i’d hurt myself until the next day! Yes… I was that drunk. So now all I can do is sit here… and maybe moan for a bit. There is, however one good thing, after a while I couldn’t feel any pain, that was probably because my feet had gone numb from the cold. Have you ever heard the phrase “been there, done that, bought the t-shirt?” well it would seem I have a bloody wardobe full of just plain bad luck. Those, and one sexy-as-fuck ankle strap!
