Good afternoon. This morning was like to most mornings I've had this week. I felt depressed, regressed into some less mature state where I imagien Mia as a girl influencing my behaviour; and I was remembering past memories of female intimacy. Somehow that works to get me out of bed, I thinking about how much weight I lost yesterday, and the view of checking my weight loss today.
As it happens, I gained 1lb between yesterday and today, but I believe that is mostly vegetable fecal matter inside my body, I even have 4-5 years to get down to 226lbs as my target. I decided to try for another jog in the morning. As per yesterday, I started with a warmup to the green, gym, and I managed about 20-25 mins of laborious duty calisthenics, most of it comprised of situps and half pullups, it actually took the canvas out of my lungs, but I took time to find my lungs and so revert to the routine. I started off doing 10 rep sets, then I kept going until I could just manage 3 rep sets. I was wearing myself, but moreover, I was stressful to shoot the make up of the microfibres of muscle so that they would make up to be even better.I got home, luckily at a nice average velocity of 5.3 mph, and so I had some breakfast. My breakfast comprised of a roll of porridge (sic) and I made some powdered mashed potato in a bowl. I thought that I'd indulge myself. I was then watching a Stallone movie that I recorded on the Sky ages ago, as one does when enjoying the want of parental presence in the morning (dad was yet asleep, and mum is out in a class). I went to put some things out in the recyling box outside and so dictated that there was some mail. In particular, there was a big mail packet for me. I suspected that I knew what this was, since it had the peak of the party that interviewed me last week *giddy*. Sit down, open the letter.
Dear Mr. Conatus[.]I am pleased to support that your advert will be added to our number of people available for occasional work as Events Assistant [.] on an ad hoc basis as and when required.
Well, I thought to myself. Isn't that great! The better news in two years. However, to put it into context, I believe it's crucial to put this into greater context. My dad was in the room as I got this letter, and he take it and didn't look too pleased about it. Here's why.[.] Please notice that this is not a take of employment. [.] This really denotes the kind of graduate predicament people of my generation experience in. While, being philosophical and always the optimist, there are some positives:[.] The hourly rate of pay is 7.00 [.] A minimal of 4 hours [21, woo!] will be paying at any one time [.] [t]ravel expenses are covered, on product of a receipt, if you are needed to go after 11pm. But so there are some not-so great-atives (newword?):[.]Tax and Home Insurance will be deducted at the capture rate. [.] The Corporation reserves the good to take your call from the name of those available for duties as it sees fit. [.] understand [that you are] a daily worker and NOT [emphasis theirs] an employee of [the corporation]. This is not an ideal situation, but its a step up from my status quo. At least now I hold something to say when somebody asks me a motion of : so what do you do?I had a nightmare last night. I was talking to the question of department of the university where I did my Masters, and the HoD says to me 'you see that you make 20 weeks to give in all this coursework dont you?' and I said yes, and he says 'Don't let me down, I receive trust in you'. That dream speaks for itself. Relating to the place I put up yesterday: underachiever? I think emphatically, that I have underachieved in my life. I thought that I had so much potential, and the better news I make so far in my adult life is a job ushering people where it's not 'technically' a job. Since acquiring the letter, I've been in a bit of a stupour emotionally. I've felt so many things that I cannot get all my thoughts and feelings in order. So, now I will try to screen out what I want to do.1. Contact job centre (signging in on monday)2. Fulfill conditions of job offer: police disclosure certificate, clarify if I have various immunisations (wtf?)3. Fill out forms, for bank payment, medical checkup, etc.4. Scheduled applications and tasks set for the balance of my day (don't leave your schedule, foo)Oh another thing, it asks if I have anxiety issues, or an eating disorder. I'm going to lie. Pat on the back. Congratulations, me, you get a job, ish.
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