Category: Money

A job to make the world a better place

I recently found new employment near wear I live. It is a beautiful location right by one of Scotlands stunning lochs. The job itself is very nice and relaxed and I love the people I work with. I am grateful that I was given the opportunity to prove that I am the right candidate for this job and I am happy to learn new things every day. It was is what I was looking for-

A job near me (only 4 miles) which does not suck the life out of me and where I might get the opportunity to work outdoors every now and then. The payment is okay as well, though would not be enough if I would live on my own never mind with my children.

Now comes the big BUT:

Why is it so difficult to find a job which has some meaning, which would make the world a different even a better place?

Like working on a small island to get the economy going, to attract more tourism and more people willing to live on said place…

I would love to do something like that! Creating a better place through lots of hard work and smart decisions. Built things, create things, help to open schools and kindergarten where there are non…

So why, I ask you, can’t I settle with what I got? Why is there the constant need to learn new things?

Is there such thing as the perfect job? A job where you can’t wait to get up in the morning and give your 110%?

And why, oh why did nobody find me to give me a job like that at?!?

Franky

I really want to quit my job…

…because I am constantly exhausted. No maybe not exhausted, but tired.

Yes, I am constantly tired!

I have been off this week as I still had some holidays left and still I go to bed at 9 o’clock the latest.

I just received the new rota for next week and when I checked how many guests there are for breakfast, I am already dreading the day I have to be back there at 6am!

Usually I have to get up at 4:30am, leave the house around 5:15am, drive 30 minutes to the place I work, finish at noon, drive back, have to really press my ass cheeks together to get some exercise in, leave again at 2:30pm to pick up babies from school.

In-between I try to squeeze all household chores in and at 6 in the evening I wish someone would have mercy and shoot me.

By 7am I am in bed.

I usually tell my children not to use the word as it is a very strong word, but I start to hate my job.

I hate getting up that early.

I hate driving 30 minutes in the early morning. I know 30 minutes is nothing but when you are tired, 30 minutes can be very long!

My and my families happiness should come first, not a job which does nothing but exhaust you, is badly paid and people don’t appreciate you!

I applied for several jobs here nearby, even seasonal jobs, without success.

I heard people who started at the same time as me say:

“I stick it out for 6 month and than apply for other jobs as this right now will look very good in my CV!!!”

If that is the case, why don’t I get hired? Do employers think I am too qualified? If so, I should decide whether I am too qualified or not!

I would love an outdoors job somewhere nearby. I even applied for a job at a fish farm, but no one seems to want me.

I wish I could just quit, but unfortunately I need the money.

BIG SIGH.

Guess I have to keep on looking and not give up hope.

Franky

I lost my way

I think I lost my way!

I’ve been thinking that for a while now.

When I ask myself where I would like to see myself in 5 years, my answer would be:

In a job I really enjoy. A job which is enjoyable and earns me a bit of money!

The reality might be different though. I might be stuck like I am now. In a job which is convenient and pays the bills.

I am not a dumb person. I studied different things. I have diplomas for two different type of jobs and a lot of knowledge when it comes to other things I did.

I like learning new things and I love physical jobs! Jobs where I almost drop dead by the end of the day because it makes me feel like I actually did something useful!

A few days ago I found a trainee vacancy in Livingston for (I think it was) a ship or boat company. They where looking for someone who would assist with boat repairs etc.

I would have loved to apply for this job, but travel hours would have been too long.

Every week I check the ferry websites for their job offers. I know the seasonal job offers should be out soon and I wonder if I should sign up for a stcw training so I can apply. But I don’t want to pay a £1000 for a course and in the end I don’t get the job. Of course getting this certificate is no guarantee for employment but shouldn’t I do anything to go forward?

I feel lost. So lost! I bet everyone of you felt like this before and if not, well lucky you. It is not a nice feeling.

Well…it is 7:14pm, my uniform is already ironed and ready for tomorrow and I will be off to bed now.

Beauty sleep is essential and tomorrow might be a better day or the job opportunity!

Franky (who keeps her hopes up)

Our very own house

We made it. Finally!

We finally bought our very own house. We paid more than we intended to. Also it is not as far north as I would have wished to.

We decided against Orkney. We travelled all around Scotland, checked places, viewed houses and eventually settled for a nice cottage in the beautiful town of Callander.

It was built late 1600s, it has fireplaces, a dine-in kitchen, a big enough garden and the area enough outdoor activities, bigger towns and cities near by for work-

All important factors for us.

Now whenever I have my days off, I start painting rooms. Yes, I know usually you renovate before you move in- we do it in reverse. Plainly because we really wanted to move out of this teeny weeny tiny cottage which was infested with humongous monster spiders!

Unfortunately I haven’t seen much of the area just yet, as I do nothing but work and if I get home early, it is raining. Like hammering down bad rain!

Actually I should be the happiest person alive. I live in Scotland with my family in a traditional beautiful cottage in a even more beautiful area….. but still.

Maybe it is the fact that from now on we just go to work to pay off the house, pay for the renovations (you should see the wall paper which snakes its way to the first floor, roses far as the eye can see), pay this big amount of council tax….

I look at the house and see how it could look like once it is done.

Wallpaper down and nice colours on…

Getting those ugly tiles off the floor, ripping the carpet out replacing all with nice wooden flooring….

At some point install nice new bathrooms (yes, plural. We have 4!)….

Ax two of those awful trees down….

Repaint my poop brown kitchen units, change the handles, install Belfast sink, change worktop for wood……

Sooooo much  to do.

I think the fact that I see how much there still is to do and me being me, wanting to get it done there and then. And the fact that I can’t get it all done straight away as money does not grow out of my pockets does not let me enjoy my house….Maybe I should just sit back and relax….

But for now:

Off to bed.

Nighty night

Franky

 

 

Tattoos at Work

Since I moved house I started to work in a establishment where the very wealthy and rich walk in and out on a daily basis.

I do enjoy my job and I was well trained by a very nice lady I work with.

My shift starts at 6am, therefor I cycle the 3 miles every morning and leave at around 5:15am, day in, day out.

I am always on time, often even 20 minutes early which I don’t get paid and I don’t mind.

I am polite and helpful to staff and guests, I smile and greet all the time whether I get a response back or not.

I am dedicated and want to give 110%.

I do  all this because I like working where I work and because I need the money.

Now I was told a couple of times that I have to do something about my neck tattoos.

I was actually told at induction, that the employer wants to loosen up a bit and as long tattoos are not offensive, it is okay to have them on display.

Apparently that does not apply to the neck.

I was told to either cover it with make up or put plasters on.

Did I mention that my neck tattoos are hand big on either side of my neck?!

And yesterday it was ordered from very high above, that I should cover it, maybe by keeping my hair open.

It was actually ordered, that I was to be placed out of public eye!!! But my lovely boss wouldn’t have it so today I am having my beautiful locks chopped off to chin length.

The thing is:

However ordered it (I may go back to my boss regarding this matter to find out who it was to consult him/her myself), does not even know me in person and just reduced me to my tattoos which is a very sad thing as it does not say anything about my personality and work!

This goes against my core beliefs:

Do not judge a book by its cover!!!

I thought it is the year 2018 and the society is all open minded. But it shows once more that many people just look down at you and not see you at the same level as them.

I am fully aware that having neck tattoos cause problems in the work world and it isn’t the first time I have to cover them, I just feel insulted, that the person did not contact me him/herself to discuss the matter and find a solution together!

THAT wouldn’t have been a big deal at all.

Sad sad times….

Franky

Finally in Scotland

I, or better we, my family and myself, finally made it to Scotland.

But we did not get to buy our own house just yet. Our house buy fell through, but I was more than happy about it.

It just wasn’t the house. The house itself was nice, but we all know that “nice” is “shits” little sister. Also I did not like the location one bit.

However….

Within less than a week from when we knew we won’t buy said “nice” house, we had to find a place to rent.

We have been to Scotland to view houses a couple of times though we couldn’t really afford it and every time  a lender/ property broker heard we are currently not working we did not get the letting, despite the fact that we offered to pay rent a year upfront!

So deary, imagine the following:

You have to find somewhere to live within a week, because the army wants you to vacate the army quarter, sort out removals, sort out schools for the children and find a new job.

So in the end we where kind of desperate and when I phoned up the last letting I found, I just lied! And I did it without turning into a overripe tomato!

I said we are employed and are happy to pay 6 month upfront rent!

So now we are living in a cottage that is so small, you can’t even fit a tumble dryer in and some of our things are stored away.

You might think, I am Rockefeller. Oh I wish I was.

In the end my husband and me found good paid jobs and am about to apply for a mortgage again.

13 years ago I visited Scotland for the very first time and now I get to live here, finally!

And with a little bit of luck, we get our own house by the end of the year. It would be so nice to celebrate Christmas in our house…..

So I keep on hoping, keep on fighting for the good and better things in life.

After all we all deserve the best, do we not?!

Franky