Fuck. After a strange turn of events I managed to get a full time job over the summer in the web development section of the company my mum works for.
This was both good and bad
I lost all the time I wanted to use to do everything I detailed in my last posts, and also blog posts. But on the other hand I gain money, and probably quite a bit of it.
Except the first week of the job has been a farce, the manager of the IT department was supposed to organize things such as my pay and contract, but I got a call today off the man who I spoke to weeks ago about working here, and he didn't even know that I'd started, and finally asked for my national insurance number and referenfces. So I'd been working a week and nothing had even been sorted out. Granted today apparently the papers came through to sort out my pay, but if they aren't sorted soon then my pay could be delayed until something like the end of September.
I have a lot of complaints about this place, and I even decided to write a diary of WHY I hate it so much, and about the people working there. It's handwritten in a small notebook which is in my desk at work. I'll start bringing it home and typing some bits out maybe.
When it comes to negotiating a contract, I will be swindling myself less work. I have gone past caring about consequences.