The Rollercoaster Ride That Is Edinburgh
My god.
I arrived in Edinburgh a week ago today. And what a week it has been. I dont even know how to begin summarising just how non stop I have bee since arriving on that train last week. I got a job, a circle of friends, a date, six hangovers and a new opportunity at a law firm.
Oh, and I tossed in the job at the tartan shop. I more or less walked in this morning, handed in my uniform and said I wasnt going to begin work this morning. I have never ever ever done that in my life. I've had the same (good) boss for nearly three years, so I have always tried to be really respectful and honest and hard working. But the novelty of the job lasted about two days, and then I begun realising that I was being paid pathetic amounts of money to literally stand there for nine and a half hours straight. The woman I was working for was a moody cow who I never knew was going to yell at me or smile at me. I couldnt go to the bathroom without notifying the supervisor, I was not "allowed" to do about 80% of the things that they told me I would be doing when i applied for the job. And here I was in Edinburgh and I hadnt even seen the city, before I threw myself in to work.
Then finally on Wednesday, the moody cow spoke to me like i was about four years old and that was the last straw. I'm f*cking TERTIARY educated!!! Faaarrrrk!!! So yesterday, I called in sick, and today I threw it in. I dont even know if the shop will pay me for the work I did (the four days) but to be honest, I really couldnt care less (I know, Nick will be shaking his head, saying that by law they have to pay me) but then again, by law I probably should have given notice. Bah, I really couldnt be bothered arguing with them about it. If they pay me, then its a bonus. What I did was pretty crappy and i feel a bit bad about it, but I couldnt do it anymore. I'm not made for this retail thing. Who knows, maybe I am simply meant to be a lawyer (once you've had it good, you surely cant go back!)
Now I am praying that the paralegal position comes through. I meet with the firm on Wednesday, which means I have four days to enjoy Edinburgh - something I think I should have done straight up rather than dive into the tartan shop job. If the firm doesnt like me, I'm pretty much stuffed. I'll have to go back to minimum wage, but this time, probably at my local pub.
I actually have a group of friends now AND a local pub, the Royal Mile! I'm there most days hanging out after work (oh and i will probably be there more now that I am an unemployed bum again). I went on my date last night with D too. So that I didnt get paid out by the gang from my local pub, we went out for a drink at one of the pubs up the road. Little did I know that while I was up there with D, Dell and Carla, my two best mates snuck into the pub where we were so that they could check D out. When D and I went back down to the Royal Mile, noticed that Dell and Carla were missing. They were still up at the other pub, hidden in the corner, killing themselves laughing. Sneaky bastards.
And as for D, yeah, the date went really well. Really really really really well. He is a cool guy, and I must admit, very good looking. For all the australians reading this, he looks like Alex Lloyd, but only cuter. He has sparkly eyes, he's tall and he is really laid back, enjoys his beer with his tradesman mates. He is definately one of the boys, likes his partying and is off to Greece to work for the summer in about five weeks time. So, circumstances will mean that nothing serious will come from our date, but we both agreed that we want to see each other again even if its just to enjoy the next six weeks together. Who knows, I may not even get a call back! Surely I will pay in some way as a result of the bad karma from dumping the tartan job.
Anyway, this is me writing from Edinburgh, the wildest city I have ever lived in!! And I think its only going to get wilder!
Missing you all,
k
I arrived in Edinburgh a week ago today. And what a week it has been. I dont even know how to begin summarising just how non stop I have bee since arriving on that train last week. I got a job, a circle of friends, a date, six hangovers and a new opportunity at a law firm.
Oh, and I tossed in the job at the tartan shop. I more or less walked in this morning, handed in my uniform and said I wasnt going to begin work this morning. I have never ever ever done that in my life. I've had the same (good) boss for nearly three years, so I have always tried to be really respectful and honest and hard working. But the novelty of the job lasted about two days, and then I begun realising that I was being paid pathetic amounts of money to literally stand there for nine and a half hours straight. The woman I was working for was a moody cow who I never knew was going to yell at me or smile at me. I couldnt go to the bathroom without notifying the supervisor, I was not "allowed" to do about 80% of the things that they told me I would be doing when i applied for the job. And here I was in Edinburgh and I hadnt even seen the city, before I threw myself in to work.
Then finally on Wednesday, the moody cow spoke to me like i was about four years old and that was the last straw. I'm f*cking TERTIARY educated!!! Faaarrrrk!!! So yesterday, I called in sick, and today I threw it in. I dont even know if the shop will pay me for the work I did (the four days) but to be honest, I really couldnt care less (I know, Nick will be shaking his head, saying that by law they have to pay me) but then again, by law I probably should have given notice. Bah, I really couldnt be bothered arguing with them about it. If they pay me, then its a bonus. What I did was pretty crappy and i feel a bit bad about it, but I couldnt do it anymore. I'm not made for this retail thing. Who knows, maybe I am simply meant to be a lawyer (once you've had it good, you surely cant go back!)
Now I am praying that the paralegal position comes through. I meet with the firm on Wednesday, which means I have four days to enjoy Edinburgh - something I think I should have done straight up rather than dive into the tartan shop job. If the firm doesnt like me, I'm pretty much stuffed. I'll have to go back to minimum wage, but this time, probably at my local pub.
I actually have a group of friends now AND a local pub, the Royal Mile! I'm there most days hanging out after work (oh and i will probably be there more now that I am an unemployed bum again). I went on my date last night with D too. So that I didnt get paid out by the gang from my local pub, we went out for a drink at one of the pubs up the road. Little did I know that while I was up there with D, Dell and Carla, my two best mates snuck into the pub where we were so that they could check D out. When D and I went back down to the Royal Mile, noticed that Dell and Carla were missing. They were still up at the other pub, hidden in the corner, killing themselves laughing. Sneaky bastards.
And as for D, yeah, the date went really well. Really really really really well. He is a cool guy, and I must admit, very good looking. For all the australians reading this, he looks like Alex Lloyd, but only cuter. He has sparkly eyes, he's tall and he is really laid back, enjoys his beer with his tradesman mates. He is definately one of the boys, likes his partying and is off to Greece to work for the summer in about five weeks time. So, circumstances will mean that nothing serious will come from our date, but we both agreed that we want to see each other again even if its just to enjoy the next six weeks together. Who knows, I may not even get a call back! Surely I will pay in some way as a result of the bad karma from dumping the tartan job.
Anyway, this is me writing from Edinburgh, the wildest city I have ever lived in!! And I think its only going to get wilder!
Missing you all,
k
posted by KateOnTheGo at
5:07 AM
3 Comments:
Dont worry they would have dumped you had you not been any good or was costing them too much. thats what they do in Aussie now. we are sitting here in paradise, Russell NZ what a top spot, right opposite the jetty watching the boats that go everywhere in the Bay of Islands. Uncle David and Jane are the same and send their love we watched a calf being born while we were there. Aunty Clair and Pete are good and read your blog daily. I envy them theirlifestyle. love to you. Mama Dawgie.
I think the attitudes we encounter from others are all too often, sadly, formed not from knowing us personally but rather from what we do for a living. Never you mind - you did right. Enjoy yourself, and don't ruin it by worrying or fretting. Things always work out exactly right, given enough time and patience.
I hope you get that job as paralegal. Don't worry about the tartan shop job. It probably felt a lot better to quit. In those cases it really doesn't matter whether you get paid the days you worked (although you should), as long as your free. Keep living it up in Edunburgh!! As Frank Sinatra says: The Best Is Yet To Come!!!
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