My First Job

I started a weekend job in a bakery when I was sixteen, making pizzas. It was messy, boring, smelly repetitive work, and by the end of each day my white overalls were splattered with so much tomato sauce that it looked like I had murdered someone. I had to ladle tomato sauce onto pizza bases, sprinkle on some cheese, then place an olive and an anchovy on each one. My duties soon progressed from topping pizzas to rolling croissants and inserting the chocolate sticks into pain au chocolat. I became weekend supervisor in the packing department, where I individually wrapped … Continue reading My First Job

Derailed

Derailed; that’s how I felt after my graduation. I now had a 2:1 degree in Media Art and English that I didn’t know what to do with. I had fallen victim to the myth that going to university to get a degree was a guarantee of success, that it would somehow become a golden key with which to unlock a treasure trove of job opportunities. What had my degree actually taught me? It had nurtured my interest in photography. It let me play around with video-editing and film-making. I had dabbled in creative writing and written more essays than I … Continue reading Derailed

Call Waiting…working in a call centre

Gotta warn ya: the word vagina appears in this post. Read on to find out why… So, what was my first full-time job after graduating from university? Working as a customer service assistant in a call centre. Everyone should do this job once, so you can truly appreciate the miserable existence faced by all call centre employees, everywhere. Let’s face it, there’s a reason why no-one has ever said It has always been my dream to work in a call centre. This was the call centre for a large retail company, specializing in selling replicas of historical and nostalgic items, including CD … Continue reading Call Waiting…working in a call centre

Working in a bakery

My first job, as a sixteen year old sixth form student, was working in a bakery. Initially, I made pizzas. I had to ladle on tomato sauce, sprinkle on some cheese, then place an olive and an anchovy on each one. It was messy, boring, smelly repetitive work, and by the end of each day my white overalls were splattered with so much tomato sauce that it looked like I had murdered someone. Thankfully, my duties progressed from topping pizzas to rolling croissants, inserting the chocolate sticks into pain au chocolat, and eventually, I became supervisor in the packing department, … Continue reading Working in a bakery