of work experience

18.08.2012

And so Summer comes to and end- as always, too quickly. On the other hand, I can't wait for the beginning of September- finally all those brats screaming all they long behind my window will go back to schools/nurseries/special care homes- you name it. At least we'll have some peace. I swear, this noise make us both so agressive, that they are lucky we don't have any machine gun at hand. Madness...

Now, on Thursday I went to Worthing Homes to meet Ms M.- Polish as myself, slightly smoker sounding over the phone. She was to show me my future tasks and duties. Also, I met Louise, which is for now some kind of a supervisor for me. She has a bubbly personality and like to joke a lot-I think I'll have no problems whatsoever with her in terms of communication and cooperation. She's English and has significant dental lacks, but then again, considering british dental service, especially pricing, I guess it is better to remain teethless. I would definitely go to Poland to fix any such problems- luckily I did before arriving here.
Louise asked after brief chit-chat if I'm British, which probably means I managed to master my accent enough to fool anybody. Anyway- M. showed me everything and I find her very nice as well. At the end of our shift I found out she's also into crafts and so we began to regret that we only just met and almost instanly have to split. She's moving to Swindon-one of her sons got some lucrative job there.
As for a job itself, of course it is kind of boring and a little bit stressful when you enter an office full of people and almost kneel next to their desks in order to empty their bins. Feel like an idiot at this point, but maybe when they all will get to know me, it won't be so awkward. Whole building is like a labirynth to me, I'm sure I'll screw something up when I'll be on my own next week, without M.'s guidance. Louise is going to work with me, but in other parts of the building and doing different tasks. Yesterday I met new staff manager, and he's Polish as well. He had been checking our work and questioned few things but I think he was just showing off a bit. I think he might be younger than me. His english is quite good but he has typical, outrageously Slavic accent. Seem to be a nice guy, but of course, it might be just an illusion. He took me and M. to the nursery at Dominion Road where I'm suppose to work two days a week, mostly late evenings. Building looks like a goddamn shelter on the outside, and interiors are also much to be desired. You can smell the nappies. Awful carpets. And you have to use a code to get yourself keys to the main door and later type in another code to disengage the alarm. I like the backyard though- not because of it's beauty but because of various vegetables being planted there. I wonder if children are interested in it at all.
Met Jeremy- skinny ex-chauffer with yellowish teeth. M. said he's nice but he seems to be a pussy. Hard to tell- there was a significant communication problem as M, doesn't really speak the tongue, so probably she figured it out by simple observation of his behaviour. Jeremy works for the same company as us but in my opinion most men are not destined for cleaning purposes.
In general- I was a bit tired at the end of our shift yesterday, despite it lasted only just a bit over three hours in total. Got to use to the regime of regular work again, haha.

Am thinking really seriously about wedding photography. I can provide professional service for good value. I think it is fairly easy money. I won't do more photos than I estimated myself and definitely won't spend whole day over one picture on Adobe PS. Must rethink it deeply.

Now, I'm off to the beach. Must find some good spot far from the crowd- might be tricky. Will look for driftwood.

of hazard

13.08.2012

Finally sky decided to pour some stuff over the coastline.
Whatta place. I'm not saying it with admiration, mind you! Perhaps I should qoute Michael Palin playing chartered accountant and complaining about his job in the Lion Timer sketch : IT'S  DULL,DULL,DULL, MY GOD IT'S DULL, IT'S SO DESPERATELY DULL[...]Yes, it is quite like it here. Surely, some skinny boys with Beatles's haircut would contradict me loudly now, claiming that there is plenty awesome places to go out, and such. Well, the point is I don't need entertaiment of a kind that is widely accepted and appreciated. Not only I don't need it but I detest it.
Now, there is an idea to attend Decapitated concert in Brighton some time in November. Prospect very exciting, especially because of Xerath performing as a support (FUCK YEAH!!!!). The gig will be held in some lame club called Audio, situated at the seafront. Never been there but I know where it is exactly. Normally it attracts some pink shirt, white powder sniffing element, so I'd like to see how this place transforms into a pit of black and symphonic metal hell! However vision of going there on my own is in a way disturbing, but damn it, I can handle this. So as Hastings.

Still don't have any job but it is about to change very soon.
Trying to socialize with boys we're living with and other people too. Playing basketball and pool billard.
Some prospects for mini painting exibition.
Sent my entry for National Artistic Competition.

Most of all though, I can't wait to start my archery course and to see what I'm made of.

I miss...