Boredom

Today I am bored.

Being bored is one of the least easy situations to be in.

Acutally, Being bored and poor is the least easy situation to be in. Because then, internet shopping cannot cure your boredom either.

Llundain

Wednesday the 12th of August, the day before Sam's birthday. The day I accompanied him to London for him to get a tattoo. We decided on getting the Megabus there fairly early to make the most out of the day, so we decided to get the bus at 6am, at the time not thinking how early this actually is. Anyways it all went down fine and we got to outside the castle, the usual pickup place, 10 minutes early.Whilst standing there, a woman who had the keys to the castle (!!) told us that the waiting place had been moved to around the corner. So we went there to find a family and a teenager also waiting for the bus.

6:10am. The bus still hasnt come, probs just running late.

6:20am. The bus still hasnt come.... check to see if the bus stop isnt further up the road, it isnt.

6:40am. We go to ring the helpline but it doesnt open till 8am.

7:00am. Sam rings his dad and manages to get a phonenumber that is open. We ring the number and find out that the bus stop was up the road, around the corner and behind a giant bush so it wasn't visible to us. This pissed off the very welshy father of the family very much so, the teenager just seemed confused and quiet, similar to an abandoned dog.

7:20am. The call centre rang us back and told us that there were 40 people on the other bus. We went to the other bus stop to see if we could get on the other bus leaving at 7:45, we did thankfully.


So we had a lovely day, met up with Lisa and Summa from uni and went shopping whilst Sam got tattooed. But as the day progressed a chaffing between my legs started to feel more and more like I was being raped by a scouring pad.

Then the journey home. We got on it fine and whatever, but as time went on my travel sickness got the best of me, but the end of the journey I was sweating buckets and felt like I was going to keel over. All the journey home an African child next to us wouldnt stop staring at me and sam whilst smacking his head on the seat in front of him.

As I stepped out of the Megabus the chaffing returned with a vengeance. I couldn't walk without looking like either I'd been violated or just shat myself. I physically couldnt join Sam and the gang to go to metros. I tried to hurry to the train station before the last train left...... missed it. I got a taxi. but the taxi driver was lovely, he golfed and had heard of my dad.

Long story short - Travelling for me is definitely not easy.

Employment

So basically, over this summer my main plan was to have a job that wasn't at my parents post office, mainly because I hate that place, but also because I wanted bar experience ready for when I go back to uni. So I applied for a fair amount of jobs online, and around town but with no luck due to them already having hired all of their summer staff. I got a phone call a few weeks later from Metros offering me a job flyering with the possibility of bar work in a few weeks. I jumped at the chance, it was one of the places I really wanted to work! I forgot to ask on the phone what the pay is, but assumed it would be average, maybe a bit more because I'd heard flyering was well paid.

So I started the same day, flyering from 9:30pm until further notice, it was really cool being shown around the bar and things inside and everyone was really nice so I was psyched to work there! When I started flyering I some faces on their way to metros... all the while basically waiting in the hope that they'd call us in to help inside. While flyering I took the oppourtunity to ask the bloke I was flyering with what the pay was, £4.77 an hour... I figured I could be fine with that if I enjoyed the job. 2 hours later at 11:30 the manageress rang us and told us to come back to help because it was packed, what I'd been waiting for! So we went back, and I got told to pick up pint glasses and return them to the bar, so I did this. Back and forth, each time taking about 10 minutes and only getting about 3 glasses each time due to people only drinking double mixers and using a smaller glass.

From about midnight the heat of metros had started to get to me, I was feeling very thirsty. I tried to put it off, thinking it'd be fine, and that I'd wait for a break or until I finished (bearing in mind they hadn't told me when this would be). About an hour an a half of traipsing up and down that fucking scorching corridor I started to get desperate for water and feel dehydrated, so i went up to the door where a person I knew-ish was working and I asked her where to ask for water and she confusingly answered back with "you might be able to try at the bar.... maybe". So i went to the bar, to ask for a drink, only to be confronted by someone shout back at me "NO, FUCKING WORK" intimidated and not wanting to cause any sort of scene or problem I tried to carry on working.

A little later I got bumped into and felt like I was going to collapse, I then asked my friend Jo who was there if she could get a drink of water for me next time she was at the bar. When I next saw her she was there with the water and a grin, I was so freaking happy. I went up to her and proceeded to down the water, half way through this I got a tap on the shoulder from my boss and heard "Get out." at this point I realised that the water must have looked like vodka lemonade, I replied with "No its water!! look! taste some!", she didnt look impressed. She replied with "Whatever, just work faster! this isnt a place to make friends!" I waited until she was gone and drank the rest. I got down to the bottom of Metros and had the sudden realisation that if I was going to quit anyway, then why don't I walk out now? So I did.

Its strange how most of the best nights of my life have been there, and also the worst night.

I now work at the post office. Its not easy is it.