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Here I go again.

Posted in Business, England, Job hunting, London, Love, Unemployment, women, Work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 4, 2017 by MISANTHROPIST

About a week back now I applied for a job but instead of sending your average CV and covering letter I pitched. I started my old job in a sales position and went up from there. Everyone has to start somewhere right?

This summer: he was a salesman but the only thing he couldn’t sell… was himself. 

It’s a shit movie that either stars Rob Schneider or Will Farrell. Anyway, back to the point. So instead of the application I pitched him with ways I could improve and promote his business. I was pretty stoned and drunk if I’m honest and it was a shot in the dark. I never expected a reply.
I didn’t check my email for a number of days afterwards. I woke up one morning to the sound of my phone buzzing. I didn’t answer it right away and received a text shortly afterwards. I answered this message maybe three hours later and received another call. 

I answered this one. We had a short conversation during which I treated him as an equal rather than a potential employer. I asked him questions about his business. Extensive questions really, I wondered if I had been too forward but he was eager to talk to me.

Three days after the application he received my CV and I had a phone call within minutes. It went from a job application to a business meeting in a very short time. We arranged a time and a place. Liverpool Street, London. 

I attended the meeting and we sat down for drinks that he paid for. We discussed his business plan and marketing strategy. He was throughly impressed by my contribution and I now have a job with salary, bonuses and part ownership of the business. A small percentage but it’s a start. 

It’s funny really. I found myself again, like Ouroboros, exactly where I started. Outside dirty dicks in Liverpool Street. Where I had been staying with the Brazilian girl two years ago. I went in for a beer to celerate my success. It felt strange. I half expected her to come out of nowhere.

We walked down these roads together. I saw the ghost of her, the streets we walked and where we shared our first kiss. It was a strange feeling. If  we ever ran into one another again I’m sure it would end in one of two ways: fuck or fight. Still a part of me wanted to see her there.

So here I am, awaiting the paper work. The contract will be signed within a week. The business is vaping by the way. I’m getting part ownership with zero financial risk. I can’t complain about that. I still consider the man my boss as it’s his money and without him I’d still be up shit creek without a paddle.

God today has been weird. I have slept three hours in the last 48 and not eaten a single bite of food in the last 52 hours. Maybe that’s why I miss her suddenly. Maybe it was nostalgia. I don’t really know. Wherever gatinha is I hope she’s happy now. Jesus fuck I’m getting sentimental. 

I’ve never been so sad to be successful. 

-Misanthropist. 

I have no mouth but I must scream.

Posted in General, Job hunting, Unemployment with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 13, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

It’s been a long while since I last wrote anything or at least it feels like it. Turbulent times, if you’ve been reading enough you realise that despite my experiences my life in general is a chaotic clusterfuck, I’m still getting it together even now.

To that end I’ve been looking for work, I’ve found the kind of job that’s easy, well paid and I get left alone. It’s temporary with a possibility for expansion of my contracted hours. The hours mean I’ll have a social life and time to myself.

My main concern is getting out of the job centre, it’s still as fucky as ever. Nothing has changed. Upon my arrival she commented on seeing me again and I commented that she’s still having trouble with her computer. I’ll go on to explain how nothing has changed.

Firstly she sends me to agencies, physically when they all tell you to put in an application online. Second was a job that she obviously didn’t read because I don’t speak Mandarin or Cantonese a requirement of the job. I did look this one up just incase she told me she’d sanction me for not applying.

I did look up the word for idiot however. Then another job with a huge company that I didn’t even meet the requirements for.

The interview I attended today was stumbled upon by accident while my advisor tried to get her computer working. She made clear on that same meeting her only requirement is to attempt to force me into whatever employment I’m suitable for. If she keeps putting me in for jobs like that I’ll have no problem getting a job in the time before I get a payment.

UC is a mess. I have very little money at the moment and I have a month until a first payment and yet she expects me to travel for miles on public transport with next to zero funds. Her only advice is get an advancement, as if I want to owe them money.

On another note I’m kinda glad I’m out of my old job, can’t say I’ve been stressed at all since my employment ended. Only when it stopped did I realise sure I was doing great at my job but everything else kinda went to shit. I feel a bit of guilt over that but all you can do is fix it.

I need to get used to being a person again. If all works out with the job the transition into routine should be easier. I’ve been bored at home. The downside to having lots of time in your hands is you find yourself thinking too much. The upside is that some of that thinking can be productive.

All I’ve been doing is cleaning, laundry, cooking and applying for jobs. Other than that I’ve being playing the mass effect series many years too late which at this point is the normal with media. My social life is close to zero, maybe I speak with about three people.

So you can imagine the tedium by now. Between the job centre and everything else it’s all fun. That’s not to say it’s all bad, at least now things can and will change. By next week I’ll know if I’ve got the job. It’s all to perfect for me but if I can pull it off I’ll sail smoothly for a bit longer while I get everything else in order.

Once all that’s done 2017 should be acceptable. I’ll be able to work out what the hell we’re going to do about the music project, we spent a lot of time formulating a plan. If I think positively for a moment this is only a bump. That last job paid for everything I would need. I took a small amount in savings and stashed it away so I could use it for a future trip.

Realistically all of this hasn’t thrown me that far off course. Nothing I can’t fix in about 2 months. If all else fails I can make my own money, could freelance for my old work. Left on good terms. I had a conversation like this recently with someone important to me.

I’ve been down, only just came out of that feeling. You start to feel kinda useless when you work hardcore Monday to Friday then suddenly you’re doing nothing except attending job centre and getting frustrated as your money runs out. Fun times. Fortunately I just have to be patient.

On another topic entirely I’ve had this blog running for six years now. I think it needs a change. I should go back to writing actual posts rather than the sporadic updates you’ve received.

I’ll have to write again soon,

-Misanthropist.

Surprise, surprise.

Posted in Job hunting, Unemployment, Work with tags , , on September 4, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

Now there are two types of people: some who set a single alarm and wake up and others who set five and only wake up on the fifth. I’m one of the latter people. On this particular morning the fifth alarm sounded and I was fully conscious, preparing for a coffee and first cigarette of the day. The ritual must be completed.
As soon as I get vertical I received a text message from my manager saying that coming in is pointless as I’d have no work to do, the campaign I’m heading up is not running. In my pre-caffeinated haze I took this as being given a day off but as I woke up the language in the message began to concern me.

The use of ‘if the campaign restarts’ and not ‘when.’ If I’ve learned anything in my life it’s not to wait in these situations. So I may as well start firing off my curriculum vitae or I’ll end up something like this:


My CV has a lot of new additions including managerial responsibilities, recruitment and QC among other things. Should make finding work easier and I should be able to demand a higher wage for my work. Honestly at this point I don’t see how I could work for less. 

Misanthropist.

Two weeks

Posted in General, Unemployment, Work with tags , , , on August 12, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

The two weeks or so I had off were nice at first. I was enjoying drinking with my friend and getting stoned but after a very short time it all wore thin. Obviously my bank account was getting rinsed out like laundry and I had nothing to do.

I found some enjoyment in cooking and busied myself with bills and cleaning but after a while this became tiresome, routine. I commissioned my other friend to fix my Xbox, which he did around about a week over ETA. He got the job done. That’s the main thing, only now I’m back at work.

I’m kinda glad I got the job offer because my bank was drying out and the boredom was killing me. I didn’t accept the initial terms because I’m not an idiot but I am glad I’m working again because I had days of feeling so useless it was annoying

-Misanthropist.

Work

Posted in Unemployment, Work with tags , , on August 12, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

Firstly I have to apologise for my absence. Work tried pulling some shit so I left and after two weeks of bumming around drinking and smoking I found myself in bed at around 3pm, fucked by all accounts, when I received a phone call from what constitutes HR at my old work. Apparently a perfect position salary is the same but higher earning potential. 
Now I hadn’t bothered looking for a job but when I was asked I had interviews. Since I had not bothered to even look and the new unemployment was a fuckery I couldn’t be bothered to deal with I accepted a start on Monday, giving me two days to get ready.

I got back and it turns out my position is a gatekeeper. I make the decisions on the initial acceptance of a case. Once I accept I investigate and then submit. Not a bad job but I’m also training, providing feedback. I have about 50 people below me. I don’t really deal with them personally. 

It is my responsibility to contribute to their development in terms of knowledge. It’s better work and less fuckery. It’s better although waiting on IT to fix a problem is annoying. I always attempt to fix it first. 

The strangest part of all this is that when our staff register was reformed, that morning, I went to sign in and my name is in the management bracket. That said my pay this month is sad on account of having left my old position just under a month ago now.

My new job is half the stress but relentless recording of information, feed back, emails, updates, meetings etc. My new manager is amazing. The team consists of me and her, a middle aged Asian woman from up north. 

I enjoy working with her. I would like to take the opportunity to quote her on IT issues: ‘You’re taking the piss out of my life.’ Under us is around 50 other people. When it’s dead I have to clean up old files, resolve or delete. Maybe chase up requested information. 

They should have given us our own office. Then again being mixed is better for communication. I’ve always fucking hated sending an email to someone 200 ft away. Also I still chill will my old team mates. I’m enjoying work again which is nice.

I don’t know what else to say

-Misanthropist.

I Quit 

Posted in Unemployment, Work with tags , , , , on July 18, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST


I quit last Friday. No notice. They decided that they would some how get away with paying me £70 for a week, £140 for the past two weeks. I worked for several law firms in my last few months and I am aware this is illegal. I spend my time building a dossier of sorts In case my bosses did try to fuck me over. I waited to get paid and then popped away.

I’m happier than I’ve been in months. This job was supposed to be a good thing. At first I enjoyed it but now I’m disillusioned. I’ve had enough, the pay issue was the cherry on top of the pre existing cake. I’m not having that. I decided to get out while I’m ahead. I feel sorry for my friends that are still in there but at the same time they’re adults and can make their own choices.

So I’m newly unemployed with a shit ton of new skills that are unorthodox at best. 60% of those skills are highly employable. I have money in the bank and I’ve gone back to that stress free life I had enjoyed so many months back. I’m currently between two major birthdays so bank is taking a dent. I actually have some savings even if they are just for a holiday.

I would say I came out of the latest shit storm pretty clean. Questions still linger however but I have contacts at work so they’ll be answered. It might take some time but I’ll know eventually, it’s just a matter of patience. I was calm and collected the whole time, careful not to show my hand.

Long story short I’m unemployed at that was the best possible result. I’ll also be writing again.

-Misanthropist.

Into the fire.

Posted in Job hunting, Legal, Unemployment, Work with tags , , , , , , on February 14, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

  
I hate it when things change suddenly but sometimes being thrown in the deep end is for the best. I’m not really sure how it happened but my stint at the wall was cut short. I got a free pair of boots out of it so I can’t complain, I had started to enjoy how quiet it was out there. 

I started getting bombarded by interviews and when I sent my CV and custom cover letter as I usually did. I wasn’t complaining as the interviews saved me from getting up at 5.30am. I got a few interviews.

 One for a store that I didn’t want to work for anyway, the other was my current job. Unfortunately I couldn’t attend the hospital porter position and any after that I didn’t bother. I got a call back the same day and started on Tuesday, last week. 

It’s an interesting job. I’m learning a lot about the law. I can’t really go into the specifics. It’s well paid. Some consider it immoral but at the end of the day it helps some people. I’ve learned some things, investigative skills. How to take business from other groups. It’s interesting but definitely not glamorous.

At this point the world is full of barriers and the scales are not exactly even. If I’m not prepared to involve myself in the morally ambiguous then I’m only putting myself at a disadvantage. It helps that I know I’m helping and I’ll be paid.

Anyway enough about my job, you’ll hear pieces most likely but I’m just happy I finally have one, I don’t come and want to hit the bed right away. I can focus on building a life now. I guess being thrown in the fire didn’t turn out too bad.

I hate that two week rule, it has me waiting for a while until I’m paid but other than that things are alright. That Finnish girl is lovely too. Maybe things are finally levelling out, I’m definitely happier. The freedom at work is great too. 

I hadn’t updated anything in here for a while. I thought it was about time, now I have time. I feel like I’m doing rather well for myself finally. I will be when payday rolls around.

-Misanthropist.