26 May 2008 - "Paper routes"

In England, basically the only job that under sixteens can get is a paper round. According to the law, anyone over the age of fourteen should be allowed to work in a cafe but when you put this law into practice, nobody aged fourteen actually does. When it comes to crappy dead end jobs, like working in a slushy stall or sweeping up hair in a hairdressers, surely those jobs should be given out to those who need them most? Like us poor under-privileged, working class teenagers?

Well in my estate the most common job that us under sixteens have is a paper round, which is the equivalent to slave labour. You must wake up at six O’clock every morning on weekdays AND weekends too. After waking up at this disgraceful hour, you must trek round to the other side of your estate to deliver silly propaganda-filled tabloid newspapers to people who probably just look at the pictures. And for all that draining work (which fulfilled little purpose except to fill already exceptionally dim peoples’ heads with nonsense) you are rewarded at the end of the week with the tremendous amount of twenty whole pounds.

I honestly don’t think that’s right. If it was an adult doing this job, then they would be paid a lot more than twenty pounds for a week’s work.

Do you have a part-time job?

17 January 2008 - "Sorry"

For not sticking to my blogathon challenge.

I’ve been really sick. I still am.

I’ll tend to this site when I’m better.

11 November 2007 - "A letter to myself"

This is a letter to myself ten years from now.

Hi Sarah,

Long time no see? This is yourself writing you a letter when she was fourteen years old. Do you remember her? Are you still her? Do you still make the same awkward mistakes that she continues to make? Do you still find everything embarrassing and surreal? Do you have any regrets?

Well, I’m not expecting a letter back; that would be stupid. Imagine knowing what will happen in the future… how boring would that be? I guess I’m just writing to remind you of who you were and what you were like. I might even be writing to change my own future, to stop you from doing something stupid. Yeah, don’t try and tell me that you’ve have never and will never do anything stupid. We’re the same person, right? I’d like to say that I know you better than anyone else but I don’t really know myself at the moment and I can only imagine how ten whole years have changed you.

Everything that I aspire to be now, did it fall into place? Or did I waste my time dreaming? Are you stuck in a mediocre life? Are you a wild party animal who is only intent upon killing herself? Or are you the complete opposite? Maybe you sit at home by yourself watching the TV, not even waiting for the phone to ring because you know that nobody will. Maybe you don’t want anyone to ring you either.

I want you to promise me that if my future isn’t good at the moment, you’ll make it better. You won’t let me down will you?

Yours, yourself.

Now I’m tagging you to write a letter to yourself ten years into the future.