Flashback Friday: revisiting my first blog post
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Escaping The Parent Trap
Escaping The Parent Trap: or How Do I Find A Job That Fits In With School? You know how the story goes: I’ve been a stay-at-home-parent ever since the kids were babies. Then, finally, they are were in full-time education. Great! I thought, now I can find a job that fits in with the school schedule. You know the dream job: 10am until 2pm, Monday to Friday, term-time only. Local, without a long commute. The job that would allow me to take the kids to school, go to work, and then and pick them up afterwards. The job that would let … Continue reading Escaping The Parent Trap
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
And the nominees are…
What’s going on then? I’ve been nominated for an award! What, for this blog? No, don’t be silly, it’s not for blogging… I’m not that good. No, you’re not. Well, what’s it for then? I have been nominated for an award at work. I didn’t know you had a job. Of course I have a job. I work part time in an academic library. Don’t you know anything about me? Not really, no. I just thought you were some silly blogger on the internet. I have a real life, too, not just writing stuff online, thank you very much. OK. … Continue reading And the nominees are…
Breaking Up
Dear Great Western Railway, I’m sorry that it has come to this, but our relationship is truly over. I have been turning up and waiting at our usual meeting place three times a week, but most of the time you’re late, if you even arrive at all. I’ve tried talking to you about your lack of time-keeping skills, in an effort to find out the reason for your behaviour, but my questions go unanswered. You brush me off with comments like “we are continually improving our service” or with empty apologies such as “we’re sorry for the inconvenience the delayed … Continue reading Breaking Up
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
