I haven't blogged in a while simply because there is a severe lack of interesting things going on my in my life at the moment. Well a lack of things which a audience may find interesting, I personally think my copious amounts of sleep and movie watching are fascinating. But after a recent, thought provoking seminar which raised the topic, I realised that my current employment is a bit out of the ordinary...
I currently work in a TV and Hifi shop. It's a franchise that has a chain of stores and I have had the pleasure of working in 2 of them (because of my move to the land of Higher Education). But no matter what part of England I decide to lay my working hat, I always get the same reaction/comments;
"a female working in this shop?"
"it's to see a nice young woman working here"
"a Saturday GIRL?"
If I was ever having a gender crisis, a day at the office would definitely put me straight.
When I applied for the job back when I realised that money in large quantities can buy you great things, I didn't for once contemplate that my gender would become a frequent conversation starter. A year and a half later having two X chromosomes whilst possessing the knowledge to set up an AV system never ceases to amuse the general public.
Normally the comments don't bother me and secretly a little more attention never goes unappreciated but sometimes customers actions are just not necessarily. Being the part timer usually consists of being in charge of answering the phone. However nothing gets my goat more than when a customer simply refuses take my advice or even talk to me about their issues because I have a higher pitched voice on the phone than my colleagues. I'm sorry? I didn't realise having ovaries meant my factual knowledge about the products I sell is considered incorrect.
Yes I do realise the TV and Audio industry is probably always will be a man's game but I am yet to see reason why women can't join in. Regardless of this slightly pro women blog I have seemed to have tippity tapped out, I love my job and honestly mean that. I just wish that one day that the presence of a woman standing behind the counter, bi-wiring some speaker cable, does not necessarily have to be an anomaly.
Jodie x
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
Sunday, 15 January 2012
Sundays
I would like to start with an apology for my inconsistent posting. I may not have an audience yet but I did warn it anyway that this irregular appearance. would probably occur. Sorry....
Sunday is the one day of the week where I feel that it's existant gives the excuse to do bugger all and not feel guilty about it. I got up at 3pm today and although I woke with the initial thought "crap I have wasted half a day" that thought was then followed with the making of a bacon sandwhich and 2 hours of 4OD. Yes I probably should be doing some form of work considering I have chosen to be a full time student, but in not so wise but brilliant words of my next door neighbour; "they should give us the degree anyway consdiering we're paying for it".
I also realised that I use the Sabbath day as excuse for other things such as not getting dressed. This is the third Sunday in a row that I left my house/flat in my pyjamas ready with the comeback of "yeah it's Sunday" if anyone were to question why I failed to get dressed before facing the public. I also find that out of the seven days I always manage to pick this one to eat large quanities of food regardless of the roast my mum places in front of me at lunch time.
However I have noticed that it's not just me who uses Sunday as a day of little energy consumption. My halls of residence doesn't seem to come alive until after 11am, television seems to be dull and boring and Tesco 24 hours only opens between the hours of 10 am and 4pm. Yet I bet people don't question Tesco's motives.
I just find it intersting that Sunday is the same as any other day. It has 24 hours, a sunrise and a sunset. Yet my attitude and actions on this day seem to be great contrast to the other 6.
Jodie x
Sunday is the one day of the week where I feel that it's existant gives the excuse to do bugger all and not feel guilty about it. I got up at 3pm today and although I woke with the initial thought "crap I have wasted half a day" that thought was then followed with the making of a bacon sandwhich and 2 hours of 4OD. Yes I probably should be doing some form of work considering I have chosen to be a full time student, but in not so wise but brilliant words of my next door neighbour; "they should give us the degree anyway consdiering we're paying for it".
I also realised that I use the Sabbath day as excuse for other things such as not getting dressed. This is the third Sunday in a row that I left my house/flat in my pyjamas ready with the comeback of "yeah it's Sunday" if anyone were to question why I failed to get dressed before facing the public. I also find that out of the seven days I always manage to pick this one to eat large quanities of food regardless of the roast my mum places in front of me at lunch time.
However I have noticed that it's not just me who uses Sunday as a day of little energy consumption. My halls of residence doesn't seem to come alive until after 11am, television seems to be dull and boring and Tesco 24 hours only opens between the hours of 10 am and 4pm. Yet I bet people don't question Tesco's motives.
I just find it intersting that Sunday is the same as any other day. It has 24 hours, a sunrise and a sunset. Yet my attitude and actions on this day seem to be great contrast to the other 6.
Jodie x
Friday, 23 December 2011
Down it, Fresher!
I'm pretty sure my insomnia will be the drive behind my blogging.When I say insomnia, I really mean my disorientated, student body clock.
University so far has been an interesting experience. In the mere 10 weeks of being there I have made a fort out of sheets, played copious amounts of Uno, stolen a 6 person table from another halls of residence and accompanied a flatmate to the hospital after swallowing a fifty pence piece. One night whilst sitting around the newly adopted table with my flat mates, I came to the conclusion that being a student is just like being a kid again but without your parents to stop you and tell you go to bed. Of course with the occasional piece of coursework dropped in the middle.
I often look back and smile at how different my view of university was before I went and what it is now. I know living an experience can be very different to its initial expectations but I think view on higher education is different because of the many different outcomes and walks of life. Before I went my thoughts were typical of a secondary school graduate gleefully clasping my A Level results. I presumed I'd make 100s of friends in freshers week, be very drunk the majority of time and be living off super noodles and coffee. Reality isn't a complete contrast it just wasn't what I expected..
I haven't made 100s of friend. I probably haven't even made 50 yet. But those who I have had the pleasure of meeting have all been excellent. My flatmates are gems and never fail to make me laugh and brighten my day. Having only known them for under 3 months as a I type this, it is now the norm to talk casually in stupid voices, nap together and cut up each others food. A bond not even a married couple would usually have.
I go out, occasionally. It's not the issue of money that gets me or the loud music. I do enjoy clubbing and going out but I have quickly discovered that best nights so far are the ones where you buy some cheap vodka and get drunk in your flat (with your flat mates). The events mentioned above stemmed from these nights. Apart from the den making.... that was spontaneous.
As for the food and my diet; my prediction has unfortunelty been met. Once you start doing your own washing up you quickly realise that cooking as a whole is just one gigantic effort. Fortunetly I have three 24 hour McDonalds within a half-mile radius of my flat.
I have friends who chose not go to univeristy and have started their journey into a career path and I am so impressed with them. It's amazing how much they have appeared to have matured and gained such independence (note how I say 'appeared'). Yet I am so glad to have futhured my knowledge and gone to univeristy. The amount I have experienced in such a short space of time gives me great confience in rest of my student life. Of course it will have its up and downs and the home sickness gremlin taps you on the back once in a while but it is the new people you meet, thanks to the univeristy experience, who can make you smile once again and send the gremlin on is way.
Jodie x
University so far has been an interesting experience. In the mere 10 weeks of being there I have made a fort out of sheets, played copious amounts of Uno, stolen a 6 person table from another halls of residence and accompanied a flatmate to the hospital after swallowing a fifty pence piece. One night whilst sitting around the newly adopted table with my flat mates, I came to the conclusion that being a student is just like being a kid again but without your parents to stop you and tell you go to bed. Of course with the occasional piece of coursework dropped in the middle.
I often look back and smile at how different my view of university was before I went and what it is now. I know living an experience can be very different to its initial expectations but I think view on higher education is different because of the many different outcomes and walks of life. Before I went my thoughts were typical of a secondary school graduate gleefully clasping my A Level results. I presumed I'd make 100s of friends in freshers week, be very drunk the majority of time and be living off super noodles and coffee. Reality isn't a complete contrast it just wasn't what I expected..
I haven't made 100s of friend. I probably haven't even made 50 yet. But those who I have had the pleasure of meeting have all been excellent. My flatmates are gems and never fail to make me laugh and brighten my day. Having only known them for under 3 months as a I type this, it is now the norm to talk casually in stupid voices, nap together and cut up each others food. A bond not even a married couple would usually have.
I go out, occasionally. It's not the issue of money that gets me or the loud music. I do enjoy clubbing and going out but I have quickly discovered that best nights so far are the ones where you buy some cheap vodka and get drunk in your flat (with your flat mates). The events mentioned above stemmed from these nights. Apart from the den making.... that was spontaneous.
As for the food and my diet; my prediction has unfortunelty been met. Once you start doing your own washing up you quickly realise that cooking as a whole is just one gigantic effort. Fortunetly I have three 24 hour McDonalds within a half-mile radius of my flat.
I have friends who chose not go to univeristy and have started their journey into a career path and I am so impressed with them. It's amazing how much they have appeared to have matured and gained such independence (note how I say 'appeared'). Yet I am so glad to have futhured my knowledge and gone to univeristy. The amount I have experienced in such a short space of time gives me great confience in rest of my student life. Of course it will have its up and downs and the home sickness gremlin taps you on the back once in a while but it is the new people you meet, thanks to the univeristy experience, who can make you smile once again and send the gremlin on is way.
Jodie x
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
The Initial
I'm a blogger. It's official.
How about an introduction;
Hi. I'm not someone who uses fancy words or appropriately placed grammar. I can assure you now that my posts will be littered with spelling mistakes but I would prefer you to think of deciphering what I am trying to say as a form of entertainment. I'm not an excellent writer, or a good one to say the least but I do believe I have the potential to be a good read.
I'm female, currently 19 and live in Kent. I'm also an university student which can only entail many stories of stupidity and hilarity, both of which tend to come hand in hand. I want to use this blog as a place to record the happenings of my life, while studying and at home, and share them with who ever wants to read them.
I've initiated blogs before throughout my Internet based growing up but they never seemed succeed past one or two posts. Posts full of 'lols' and smiley faces. But this time round I feel it will be different. I can't explain why, I just know.
I just hope I don't stumble across this page in about a year's time and post a second entry entitled "My bad...". That's if I remember the password...
Jodie x
How about an introduction;
Hi. I'm not someone who uses fancy words or appropriately placed grammar. I can assure you now that my posts will be littered with spelling mistakes but I would prefer you to think of deciphering what I am trying to say as a form of entertainment. I'm not an excellent writer, or a good one to say the least but I do believe I have the potential to be a good read.
I'm female, currently 19 and live in Kent. I'm also an university student which can only entail many stories of stupidity and hilarity, both of which tend to come hand in hand. I want to use this blog as a place to record the happenings of my life, while studying and at home, and share them with who ever wants to read them.
I've initiated blogs before throughout my Internet based growing up but they never seemed succeed past one or two posts. Posts full of 'lols' and smiley faces. But this time round I feel it will be different. I can't explain why, I just know.
I just hope I don't stumble across this page in about a year's time and post a second entry entitled "My bad...". That's if I remember the password...
Jodie x
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