I&#39;ve got it under control!

SHITFUCK.

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Er. What?

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Ha. Yes. You're telling me.

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Apparently I've been sick too often.

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Well. Right then.

*hugs*

This would be a good time to think about getting a new one, then. Perhaps not in Cardiff.

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I have to stay in Cardiff, at least for another four months. I have a contract with the house people, and everything, and I can't leave Smaller and Jock Jock in the lurch.

I just... had a fucking concussion. And still tried to go back to work before I was ready because I felt bad for being sick so often. Just... I am so angry and fucking frustrated with myself and I thought things were going to be okay for a little while, maybe, and now everything's fucked again.

Shit.

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cupenny.livejournal.com

Well, screw the job people. *HUGZ* You'll find something better.

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But not for always. This is your chance to get a job, any job, that'll tide you over for a few months, be something new and different, and will maybe have a nicer schedule.

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I know. I do know. Just right now it's not so easy to see. Because it seems like any time I ever post about something positive, something else comes up behind me and attempts to kill me.

I wish I believed in Buddhism so I could blame some other bastard's bad karma.

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cantabile.livejournal.com

I'm sorry. It's horrible news. I lost my job last year for the same reason, after I'd been working there for seven years and only had five days off prior to being sent home with a type of heart failure. I understand how you feel.

Now, several months on, I can see that what happened to me was for the best in the end. I have just this week got a new job that I start on 20th March, a much better, more interesting, and better paid job. In the meantime I've been working for an agency, going off to work where they sent me. It's worth thinking about. I used Kelly's which (I'm hopeless with the names of roads in Cardiff) you can get to by going out of the Queen's Arcade by Argos and turning to the right and following the road around for about two hundred yards.

Try not to be too down about what happened, though I know that's hard at the moment. They don't deserve you.

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I know Kelly's, Jock Jock's been working for them and they've done right by her. I'm going to sort out my CV tonight, print it off in the morning probably, and head down on Monday to sign up for corporate whoredom.

I know Specsavers wasn't the place for me, and I never intended to stay there, it just feels like an insurmountable setback at this moment. Once I've had my cup of tea I'll be right. :)

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*hugs back*

Thanks. I appreciate the support.

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cantabile.livejournal.com

*holds out virtual cuppa*

Good luck on Monday, I'll be thinking of you. If the girl on reception is reluctant to let anyone talk to you, insist. She tried to send me away by telling me to look on their website, but I held firm and insisted. In the end she got one of the people there to come and talk to me.

They wanted my passport, a CV, and my bank details. I didn't have it all with me the first time. It might be worth going prepared.

(If you want you can tell them you know me - Gill Chudley - I don't know if it'll work, but with me and Jock Jock behind you, you never know."

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Hey now. Speaking from the position of someone who is trying to grab a piece of corporate whoredom, come on. It's a means to an end. The more you make during the day, the easier you'll sleep at night.

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copperbadge.livejournal.com

Oh, love. *hugs* That's crushing when it happens. I'm so sorry. It makes you feel just, awful and useless, and you know you're neither of those things.

Drop me a line if you feel like talking (even about other things entirely).

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Trust me on this, I was being facetious. I have worked and will work absolutely anywhere so long as there's a paypacket in it for me. I don't give two shits what I'm doing so long as I can pay my rent, that's the most important thing to me right now because I have spent the last four years absolutely dirt poor. I figure I'm allowed a little bitterness and sarcasm, here. I haven't even had a whole cuppa since being unemployed, yet.

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innerbrat

Um.

This? This here?

Is Not Legal.

I'm guessing you don't have a union, but is there anyone at all who can represent you? If nothing else, ask your GP for help.

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silveraspen

Oh, honey. I'm sorry. *hugs and tea*

Following up on above comments, definitely go to the agency all shined up, with paperwork in filebook with you, and be polite and persistent.

Everything will work out. It will. It'll be all right.

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Sorry.

I have some interviews set up with a few big corporations, and I'm horribly nervous, and I felt nettled. I'm sorry.

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*burrows into your side*

Why can I not get a break, Spam?

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*hugs tight* Well, we're all pulling for you, hon. I have faith.

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Is, unfortunately. I had my probation extended, due to sickness. I've been working there for six months, this was my review, and they're paying me 'til the end of the week. That's all the notice that's required.

Fuck. Them.

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I know. But I've just... been telling myself that things will work out alright for four years, now, for the most part. And I'm tired. And I just want to have a break, for a bit. Have some money to spend on myself, not have to be worrying constantly, y'know?

It'll work out. I was just kinda hoping it'd work out, for a while at least, now.

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Is okay, I don't mind at all.

Best of luck, sweetness. You know you're the best, you just have to convince them. MAKE THEM SUBMIT!

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