So, the ever-brilliant Switzerland are going to vote on the introduction of an unconditional paying of 2,500 Swiss Francs ($2,800USD) to every adult citizen, every month, in order to give citizens the freedom to work lower-paying jobs they love instead of reluctantly working higher-paying jobs…
Thinking about money depresses you. It’s a fact. Imagine not having to worry about money…
You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score.
You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all."
Before I came home, I messaged my boss about coming back to work. He was pretty neg about it, saying he didn’t really have any shifts for me for a while. Sweet, I was told my job would be held for me, but that’s cool, I don’t mind having to build up shifts again over a couple of weeks. I’m chill.
In the meantime, I was told about a school holiday program my old employer is hosting at the after-school care centre I used to work at. They need some extra hands, and seeing as I had nothing else to do (except try and earn back all my savings before Europe next year), I offered to work for them.
Told my current boss last night. He replies that he needs me to work in the coming weeks. ARGH. Now I’ve said yes to two jobs that are going to overlap each other, one in Mount Eliza, one in the CBD. I actually think I could possibly do both, but it’s going to be pretty hectic.
My boss has started calling me ‘Stroppy Knickers’ every time he sees me, because of the ONE time that I called him out for being a sexist asswipe towards me.
Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
Life. Is. Good.
Eat more cheeseburgers.
Another song they play at work that I’ve fallen in love with. I literally stop working and start swaying for 6min.
I’d lose my job.
But fuck this song is so chilly down.
She was very excited, thought it was a great idea and can’t wait to see it. And, that she would love to come along with me to some places. Particularly Tokyo, and other places in Japan.
I guess I thought I was expecting her to be disappointed or something. That I wasn’t going to go back to University next year, that I don’t feel like I’m an academic person.
But of course, she’s my Mum. Not a teacher, or employer, or co-worker. She doesn’t write my reports or read my resumes or mark my essays or judge my performance. She DOES ask me what makes me happy, how she can help me be happy and constantly remind me that there are so many paths available to me, and to not worry when things don’t work out the way I thought they would.
I really just absolutely love my parents. Even when they are beating me at Words with Friends.