Some jobs can be
horrible but the people make it fantastic, other jobs are fantastic but the
people make it unbearable.... then you have my job.
This week I started 4
weeks of unpaid work in an attempt to beef up my CV or at the very least skim
over the reason I left my last job. The second I say “I hurt my back” and that’s
why I left, the person interviewing me goes all non-hirey. It’s like a bad
magic trick, it makes jobs disappear.
My hope is by doing
this work I can show my back wouldn’t be a problem for any future employer.
That’s a lie but they can’t argue with proof. The fact it’s taking a large
amount of pills (they’re prescription, don’t worry) and biofreeze to make it through
the day is between you and me.
The problem is this proof/job
is.......well....let me tell you about it. The first 3 days, I sat alone in a
large empty blue room looking out a window wondering if I jumped would I be
hurt bad enough to go home....my conclusion was no, no I wouldn’t. I didn’t
have any actual work to do. On day 1 I was told to research something, which
took me all of 2 hours to do. And that was that for 3 days.
Day 4 things appeared
in the room so now I was alone in a large blue room not a large empty blue room
and I was given some actual work to do. I was given a large pink folder and told
to copy everything out word for word. Not my idea of a fun time but it was
something to do. However I was still all alone.
Actually that’s not
100% true; they’re other people who work there and they’re awesome and super
funny but they work on the ground floor, the second floor (if you can call it
that) is the managers and then you have me, freaking Ann Frank, in what feels
like an attic or as I call it a spacious jail cell.
But thankfully the
lovely ground floor people have made a point to come visit me in my cell so I
don’t go mad from the silence but for the most part my cell is still a very
lonely place.
Day 5 I continued with
the word for word typing and came up with a new escape plan, since jumping was
clearly never going to work. There is this pink bus that comes by so I decided
I could jump, land on the bus hold on for dear life and ride off into the wild
grey yonder (the job is in town, its concrete for as far as the eye can see)
Just for the record I
am aware there’s a door I could use but....where’s the fun in that?
Luckily Monday is
bank holiday so I only have 14 working days left before I’m freed from my cell.
Not that I’m counting or anything......There’s an app for that J
So if you were me
what creative means of escape would you use? Let me know in the comment box
below and who know, maybe I’ll use one of them. As always my dears stay and
escape prison safe.
Love,
The Honest Bitch
xoxoxo