Uncharted Thoughts.

So I have some very exciting news today. A local, very large media company has offered me paid work over the next 4 months. Two days a week, in office learning on the job along side my course.

Of course things need to be ironed out. Contacts, payment, time and resources, but the fact that they are interested and the fact that I am already having my name in these large cooperation is amazing.

I am very excited to take up this offer and I hope that the Lord Giveth.

On my way home from uni, after a day of editing and recording for ‘The Battle for Britain’s minds’. I got a phone call from my partner with some devastating news. As the Lord had extended its hand and granted me good news, bad news was equally inbound.

The job my girlfriend had secured this week, the one that was guaranteeing us a nice new flat away from this impoverished area, had decided to ably a zero hour contact to the conditions of work.

This means that the flat, that has to have proof of certain hours contacted to work, may fall through our finger. Additionally, I have terminated the contact for the flat I currently live in, meaning that we have to be somewhere new in the next month.

I am going to be honest now, and I understand that I am in a position of negative thinking. However, it is something that has been on my mind for a while now. The United Kingdom is an absolute joke of a country.

My partner and I have been together for near on a year, and in that time we have had nothing but headache from the job market here. I am a native to the U.K. my partner is not. Yet we have had shit job after shit job, micromanagement after micromanagement and brick wall after brick wall.

There seem to be no end to our suffering when it comes to employment and job satisfaction. Now I am not looking for £20 an hour and a red carpet every time I arrive at work. But it would be nice to have some respect, some of our terms of employment met and some chance to prove ourselves before the onslaught of micromanagement.

I was hoping to move into our new flat next week. Set up a home away from home for both of us and really start to live like a couple, something we have been unable to do this year due to job locations and travel from place to place. However, we are once again in a position where we are unable to settle, unable to feel secure and to get a foothold in our relationship and in a career.

So once again we are left in frustration. We have fallen for a very small trap that has left us without legs or arms.

I have been very motivated since Christmas. I am ready to start my studies again, I have been promoted at my part time job and I have been exercising once again. But as usual, a week in and I feel completely demoralised by the senseless and constant barrier put before us. Barriers come month after month after month.