As much as I don't particularly like this job, and all the traveling and the jerks one inevitably encounters in the courts in terms of court staff, and dealing with the asshole solicitors, it's still better than a regular job.
Looking back at jobs that I've done...it was awful. Wake up at 6.30, off to work, 1 hour (or more) commute, 8 or 9 hours of working, 1 hour (or more) return commute, eat dinner, go to sleep. Do that five days a week every week for the rest of your life.
I couldn't do that shit. I'd kill myself. This is why I quit every one of those normal jobs after three months. I need time off. I don't want to keep to that insane schedule.
14 hours a day is spent on work. You're either getting ready for work, going to work, at work, or returning from work. I need time to relax. Unwind. Recooperate. Then I can go back to work with the knowledge that it's only going to be for three days or it's only going to be a six hour day or whatever.
And you're doing that shit for £8.75/hour. That's the craziest thing of all. £8.75/hour and you're getting worked like a dog. The people above you are making a fortune off of your work. They're taking holidays every month. Even when they're "working" it's only in the loosest sense of the word.
I got a statement from this company that filed for bankruptcy that showed how much another company paid for the name and the database and whatever. They paid £40,000. Now each day I worked for that company, they made about £200. They send me the spreadsheets of what work they get and it's about three jobs a day. So...after 200 jobs, they've made their £40,000 back. 3 jobs a day, that's...about two months. In two months, they've already made back their investment. And that's assuming that they're paying me the same amount as they're paying the unskilled laptop users that they send to these jobs, and they probably aren't paying them what they pay me. They're probably paying them about £60/day as opposed to the £100 I get and the £300 that the solicitors are paying the company.
I remember that guy sending me an email. "We're family here." Yeah, fuck you. This guy had the nerve to offer me £100 for doing a deposition in London. Depositions are the highest paying job in the business. I should get £300 AT LEAST from a company, which means that the company is getting at least £1000 from the law firm. He wanted to pay me £100 for a job that he's probably getting £1000 for. That's what families do? Maybe my family but not most families.
What the? I just noticed that somebody replied to a message I wrote in August 2015. They replied in
August 2016. Here it is almost August 2017. That's the problem with this forum. Threads don't move up.
Anyway, she just comments on that children's poem that I remembered and couldn't find anything on the internet about it. So she must have been Googling this poem like I was.
Do you suppose she also read my rant about my grade school reunion? Probably did. I mean, I write about poop regularly just like in the middle of a long post and then somebody will reply to something (non-poo related) that I wrote at the end of the post. So they're obviously not stopping at the faeces stuff. They're at the edge of their seat...oh man...did it have corn in it? I must know. Spoiler: I haven't eaten corn in about 20 years so no.
Anyway, good for Laura. I think she's right that the textbook was called Signposts. She leaves her email address if you'd like to try to get a date with her. I assume she's an American, although has a Romanian surname.
You do have friends, don't you?
Well, the Superfriends.
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