Just so you know, I'm not best please as of 5-minutes ago.
My mother has been looking for jobs for me. Graduate jobs. I don't know whether you know this, but Graduate jobs require 2.1s or higher. And I got a 2.2 (although I was a mark or two off the 2.1), and this is a great source of disappointment for my mother - and for me if I'm honest.
So there Mum is, looking at all these lovely jobs, and then saying 'Oh, it's in London' - Mum I know! - 'Why don't you move to London then?' - Do you think I have the money to move to London?!
And here's where the anger begins. Not only did I work very hard and acquire that shitty grade, not only did my mother hang up the phone when I told her, not only did she instill this idea that a 2.2 is a very disappointing thing and a great source of shame, but then she goes onto the Asda website.
I don't know about you but I really don't want to work in a Supermarket, and if I did Asda is definitely not the Supermarket I would choose. But then she clicks on the Asda Graduate Jobs Section. And as I have already clarified for a Graduate Job you need a 2.1 or higher. So it came as no surprise when she opened her insulting gob to say:
'You can't even get a job at Asda!'
I don't know why I bother sometimes. Perhaps I should just quit. I've never been one for quitting, but perhaps this is the time to start. Perhaps I should just crawl into a hole somewhere, and hunt fish in a small lagoon, until 500-years later someone comes along and steals my ring? What do you think? Would anyone care?
I wouldn't care for me right now in the foul mood she's put me in. Perhaps I should eat a dozen pancakes, dripping in syrup and ice cream, and call it a life. Good by world, my clotted arteries have decided that I'm not going to see you now. 'Tar-tar!'
Carpe diem (though not so much for me), until next time bloggers...
P.S. Some of the most successful people in the world didn't have any qualifications when they started. And there are even very successful people with Qualifications. So what's stopping me? This perfect inbetweener? The answer...nothing! The Sky's the Limit - CARPE DIEM!