It Starts
It's 6.43 up in here. I've got to wait an hour for the shower to warm up, which I did at 6. At 7 I shall shower, then proceed to dress, brush teeth, make lunch and leave my house, to board the bus at 7.53. For around 45 minutes I will continue to be a passenger on said bus, maybe whilst reading "Stardust" by Neil Gaiman on the way, accompanied by my alphabetical playlist (Which is currently on "Magick" by Klaxons). I will arrive at Optimum Contact Solutions 15 minutes before I am due to start, as required, enter the premises... and the rest is up to them.
Today is my first day at my new job. I'm not excited per se, just glad to be getting back into a work program; I am painfully skint - a fact made so much more bitter by the realisation that my first month's pay at Optimum will only amount to as much as my rent (I can only bloody hope) unless they do a Skipton and automatically pay me for the first month. What I found with Skipton is that, in many ways, they are the exception to the rule.
Seriously, I can barely think due to my financial situation. I'm going to have my loan defaulted this month, which means my credit rating will be well and truly shot, I've got a mobile which will be cut off in a few days, so I'll have 2 lots to pay on payday, plus the gas bill I've yet to pay, and of course my share of the electric bill. £500 would cover it, just about, but I don't know from where to acquire such a sum. It seems impossible. I'm thusly fucked.
But hey, let's look on the brightside. I've got several huge debts, I'm about to start a new job filled with nothing but idiocy on the part of the customers and despair on my own part, and no one is going to give me a loan again. And yes, it is something I can blame on Skipton's paying of only half of my wage. A full salary, and I'd be looking on things a little more positively.
There may even have been a bright side.

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