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A Little Update

Hello 🙂
Ok, ok, I know. I have a HUGE apology to make – I’ve been MIA for quite some time now and I don’t really have an excuse. I guess that working life just doesn’t suit me; I’m so tired all the time!

My last post (here) was quite a heated rant about my feelings on the 50 Shades of Grey = porn topic. The family situation hasn’t gotten any better from that point of view, although my Grandma has attempted to smooth things over (didn’t work! I pretty much had a panic attack and my beloved uncle didn’t even bat an eyelid. So much for familial concern, even if there’s no love!)

So anyway. what’s happened since then? Well, as you know I left my temporary job in the hospital Pharmacy in July and started an “admin” job for the NHS in August. I use the term “admin” very loosly as it was pretty much a factory job – you can read the basic jist of it here  (with another apology for not blogging as often as I should!) I handed my notice in on 28th September, and just never went back as I had holiday and flexi-leave to take – they were a bit funny about that and tried telling me I had to give 4 weeks notice, even though I’d not even been there for two months yet!

On 8th October I started a job as a Room Leader / Senior Nursery Nurse at a private day nursery. My interview was amazing and I was so excited I could have cried. They told me that I would be able to do whatever I wanted, basically have free reign, and make my room the way I wanted it. I was excited about potentially my first experience as a paid EYP (Early Years Professional – the graduate-level status I earned) as they seemed excited about the fact that I had EYPS and their currnt EYP was on maternity leave. They offered me the job there and then and I was in shock – I didn’t even ask about the hours or the pay!

When I went in to sign the paperwork (no contract though) and fill out my CRB forms, I was told that it was only 32 hours per week and £7 per hour. She said it’s pretty much the same as what I was on before – it wasn’t. I was on £7.20 per hour and working 37.5 hours per week – quite a difference when you do the maths! I was gutted but it wasn’t about the money – I thought I had found my dream job, one that I could have been happy in and stayed for a long time.

On my first day, I knew I had made a mistake. There was no scope for change and no mention of my EYP status – the manager/owner keeps referring to it as “Early Years Practitioner” – anyone who works in the early years is a practitioner. I worked for two years, seperate from my degree, to earn PROFESSIONAL status! It was really demeaning.

I’ve been there for a little over two weeks and I absolutely hate it – I just don’t fit in. The setting is sub-par and they’re very challenging when I want to change anything. I feel like I’m back at school; being told off and not being allowed to do things. I genuinely feel that they’re clipping my wings and I’m not being given the opportunity to work to my full potential!

So now I’m applying for another job. Again! It seems that I keep on coming back to teaching. I always wanted to be a teacher and due to some confusion over my A Level results, I didn’t take the univerity place I’d been offered, instead opting for one on a whim, which I hated! Hopefully I can do some kind of graduate teacher training programme when the new schemes are opened up mid-November. Until then, I’m just applying for teaching assistant positions (I prefer school working, I like the routine).

I was hoping to try to stick this job out for at last 6 months, to see if it got better, and to have something decent on my CV, but I’ve been losing sleep over it for the past three nights and I feel ill at the thought of going back in – nothing is worth that.

I really appreciate you letting me rant at you all and just get it all out!

Hopefully soon I’ll have something positive to blog about!

~ R&R

 

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New Job… Again

I can’t remember the last time I posted a blog (I’m really sorry about that, if anyone’s reading this!) So I can’t remember if I told you I was working at the pharmacy at my local hospital.

Well, that job was just temporary from the end of April to the end of July and in honesty, I was quite ready to leave! I started my new job on August 1st and my first week was great – I actually found myself looking forward to work the next day.

My new job was advertised as an admin role. I like admin, I like the menial little jobs that everyone else hates, such as filing, organising, typing, shredding and laminating. I thought it would be perfect and I was so excited about having a “proper” job with a desk and responsibilities, where my manager treats me as an adult and lets me use my initiative.

Basically I work in a factory. Yes I have my own desk and a computer but I very rarely get chance to use them! Most of the day is spent in a tiny little room with a big horrible machine that folds letters and puts them into envelopes. This machine would be genius if it actually worked, but alas! It doesn’t. Not very well anyway. There’s always something wrong with it. Some days I have to go use the franking machine too. I basically stuff envelopes, count them, put them in the box with the relevant post-code and then count them again. If the numbers don’t add up, I count them again! I do this every day and once a week I have to bag all the letters up into their corresponding Royal Mail bags (which stink and are the dirtiest, grossest things EVER!) and then wait for the postman to come the next day, for it all to start again.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say I hate it but I am not enjoying it. I’ve started going home with such headaches, too. I think it’s because the room literally is smaller than my bathroom and it has a tiny window, which only opens about an inch, and the machine is so loud that the people in the office outside my room have to close the door and shut me in.

It could be that or it could be my new colleagues, who started off really nice and I actually thought we could become friends – a massive feat for me, I generally don’t like people and I can’t cope with incessant chatting about boys and fake-tans and Geordie Shore or The Only Way is Essex or whatever else girls around here are obsessed with. I enjoy my own company and I don’t tend to miss people. So I was really pleased that we seemed to be getting on with (or tolerating) each other. This week though, a couple of them have really started grating on me. I’ll probably go into more detail later on – it could probably use its own post.

I’m actually missing my Pharmacy job and the people I was so desperate to escape from!

I’m really sorry that I’ve started using my blog as a ranting post! I promise I’ll try to make it more upbeat (but not before I FINALLY get around to posting about my biggest pet peeve at the moment… 50 Shades of Grey)

I really appreciate you guys, thank you for letting me rant!

~R&R

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