Boredom and monotony are the parents of reality TV

I had high hopes for my blog. I wanted it to be more philosophical and enlightening than a line out of The Great Gatsby-

“to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”

But no. A friend said she enjoyed it for light reading. So here I am bringing it down to Keeping Up With the Kardashians level.

Here’s a few stories about some inconsequential things that have happened to me in the past few days.

  • As I strode quickly across the Pyrmont Bridge, on my way home, I heard a gruff, manly voice shouting in the distance. It turned out to be a stout old lady shouting at a Ranger. God knows what she was shouting about but as I walked past I heard him say “I’m here… because I’m protecting people like you, from getting run over by bikes.” I stopped in my tracks and waited till the old lady waddled away before I approached the ranger. I said to him, “Don’t worry. That lady was a massive gronk. As a victim of being run over by a bike myself, I can say I truly appreciate the work you do”. To end the story, there may have been a tear or two of gratitude shed, or not.

  • So as I was strolling through Town Hall station, I became extremely thirsty. Because I was too lazy to make a trip to the Commbank ATM (right outside Woolworths), I decided to get a drink at the Asian convenience store because they accepted EFTPOS. But… oh no. There was a minimum spend of $10. So at the height of my laziness, instead of getting my ass 50 meters up to the ATM, I decided I’d just buy $10 worth of Asian snacks to reach the minimum. Fast forward thirty minutes, my train arrives in Hurstville. As usual, I was in lala land and I didn’t realise I had reached my destination. That is until I looked outside the window and thought to myself, “hey, this platform kinda looks like Hurstville. Oh shit, it is Hurstville”. To my relief, the train was doing that thing where they stop on the platform for five minutes or so before going anywhere. I hurriedly grabbed my sack of gold and ran up the stairs towards my freedom. This next part of the story is the vertex to the inverse parabola that represents this story: As I exited the train my plastic bag, carrying my goodies, broke and my $10 fell in to the eternal darkness of the train tracks. That day, I’m pretty sure my inner happy died a little. I think God was trying to send me a message.

  • This story isn’t just something that’s happened to me in the past few days, but something I’ve begun to do within the past few weeks. There’s a cafe two doors down from my work place. I used to get coffee from them pretty much every single day. That is until I discovered a better cafe just upstairs from them. So now – every day- after I get my coffee, I take the long way around to get to work just so I don’t have to walk past the first cafe and hurt the barista’s feelings.
  • That’s probably how the barista feels, though. And probably how you all feel about my stories.

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My terrible ordeal.

I just need you all to know what a push-over I am (sad face).

You’re either going to stare at your computer in awe after this story, or you’ll laugh at my weakness (don’t worry, I’ll hear your laughter through the world wide web).

Today I innocently wandered in to General Pants Co. on Pitt St, not really looking to buy anything, but kind of just satisfying my urge to browse/window shop. I hadn’t even browsed through the sale rack (as a poor uni student does) for two seconds when out pops a sales assistant with wide gleaming eyes.

“Hi! Can I help you with anything today?” she asks enthusiastically.

Go away. I was thinking.

I don’t know, I’m one of those people who just likes to shop in zen mode. I don’t like having to make small talk with shop assistants. I kind of just like to do mah thang and get out. The less of a connection you have with them, the easier it will be to walk out without buying anything.

Because I’m polite and don’t enjoy palming people off bluntly, I smiled and replied “No thanks, just browsing.”

Yes that should do the trick.

NO. No. It. Didn’t.

She made a comment about how early it was for someone to be shopping, and then managed to get a full conversation out of me. She chatted with me as I browsed around the store- she asked about my life for God’s sake! I felt bad if I didn’t at least try anything on, so… I tried a few things on.

And then followed a sequence of events that would lead to an hour and a half’s worth of time I’ll never get back.

As I was in the change room trying on my few items, the sales attendant would giddily skip back to the change room garnering armfuls of clothes for me to try on. I had to try them on… it would be rude of me not to (sad face).

So this whole ordeal left me torn. Now it would be really rude of me not to buy anything. After all the help this lovely shop assistant’s given me. After mustering up so much effort to feign interest in my boring life, or what would look good on me.

So I did it. I bought a few overpriced pieces of clothing I didn’t really want.

As soon as I left the store, I wanted to return the items. And… that’s what I did. I began scheming about how I would return the items. I thought about going back the next day during lunch hour- fingers crossed she wasn’t working then. Instead I called up the World Square branch and asked them if I was able to refund at their store despite making the purchase at another store location.

Their answer was music to my ears. Yes. Yes I could return it at their store.

So I marched down there to return my gratuitous purchase, and get my arm and a leg back.

I would say the shop assistant callously toyed with my good-nature, and forced me to buy the clothing.

But no folks, I’m just a push-over.

And that’s that.

(sad face)

Quarter-life Crisis

So as you all may or may not know I’ve always wanted to be a doctor. And as you all may or may not also know, dentistry has also recently entered the picture like a sultry mistress.

So here’s how it happened. I was looking for a new job because I’d been meaning to quit my “amazing”  job at You Studio Photography for about a year (I worked there for a year). I was on the USYD Career Hub page and applied for a million different jobs.

Long story short, with no previous dental assisting experience, I got a job as a dental nurse at a practice close to uni. I guess the dentist just decided to take a chance on an unknown kid.

Even  though the dentist was a complete ass sometimes, I found dentistry quite-the-interesting. And seeing the amount of money he made on a daily basis didn’t hurt either.

A few months on, I found a similar job at another practice. This practice was much more modern, offered me a full time position, and now I’m working as a dental nurse/ practice manager (I’m a good multi tasker… said no one ever) for them. I’m quite enjoying the whole experience, and dentistry is becoming more and more appealing. Yet no part of me wants to let go of my childhood dream. So what do I do?

And to take an even bigger dump on my worries, there’s the GAMSAT in March, which I feel completely and utterly under-prepared for. I procrastinate because every time I open a book to study I see a big fat sign telling me I’m going to fail, and it’s just reminding me of the consequences if I do fail.

So what was the point of this story? Well a conversation with a friend actually helped me overcome my anxieties.

  1. Sometimes looking at the bigger picture isn’t the best thing.
    We all have these major life goals we want to accomplish, and that’s all we see. They’re so far off in the future, and require so much work, that it becomes so easy to be depressed when our goals aren’t achievable in the immediate future. Admit it. We just want instant gratification.
    Take me for example. I just want to hurry up and be a dentist or a doctor already. The fact that I’ve already spent 4 years at uni, and I’m still not a doctor or a dentist yet, has been incredibly depressing and demotivating. It kind of feels like my life is neither on track, nor going anywhere. Yet the fact that I’m not a doctor/dentist yet is inevitable. I knew from the start that I’d be at least 25 before I could graduate as either one of those professions.
    The DL is: you need to break down your huge goal in to smaller goals. You need little milestones to make you feel like you’re at least doing something to achieve your dream. At the moment I have to study for the GAMSAT. Without a good GAMSAT score I can forget achieving my dream.
  2.  Find a way to stay on target and actually work at your smaller goals.
    After you’ve broken down your ultimate goal in to smaller goals, it’s still easy to procrastinate and feel overwhelmed by the fear of failure. You don’t want to work hard and then look like an ass when you fail.
    The DL is: make a list of all the things you have to gain from working at your smaller goals. If you achieve your smaller goals does it mean you’ll one day get your giant mansion, huge income, and dream job? Then make a list of all the things you have to lose from working at your smaller goals. You’ll find it’s a very small list. The only thing you really have to lose is… nothing. Sure you might fail, but that leads me to my next point.
  3. It doesn’t matter if you fail because you’re doing this for YOU
    We’re afraid of failing because we’re scared to make a fool of ourselves in the public eye. You don’t want to fail because your parents might be disappointed. Or you think your friends are secretly judging you. But take a second to think how you’ll feel about failing if no one knew you failed. If you were the only person who knew you needed to try again. Personally, I wouldn’t care so much. I would just pick myself up and try again.
    This is the reason why I never tell people if I’m going for a driving test, or if I’m applying for a job. If I don’t get it, at least no one will know.
    So maybe what you and I really need is to keep it all to ourself. Don’t brag to everyone about all the amazing things you want to accomplish. Sure it’s okay to seek some advice from friends regarding it, but remember, the more people you tell, the more you’ll fear failing.
    If you’re not convinced, let me ask you this. Why are little kids so damn good at skiing, and doing other dangerous stuff, like learning back flips and s***. Because they’re not afraid to fall.
  4. Look at the bigger picture for a second.
    Okay so I know I told you not to look at the bigger picture before… but just for a second look at the bigger picture. Compare say… one year’s of hard work and study to fifty years of feeling happy. That’s 12 months of being miserable compared to 600 months of happiness. And why will you be happy? Because you’ll have achieved your dream and the rest of your life will be rainbows and sparkles and unicorns (mostly).

Anyways, that’s my two cents.

xo xo

Ally

It was my youngest sister’s birthday yesterday, and shopping for her gift made me realise just how little I know about her. Now don’t get me wrong – this isn’t one of those relationships where we’ve never been close because we just don’t get along. There’s just always been a limit to how close we could be because of our age difference. I would ask her about her friends and school and she’d tell me about it – you know, who her best friend was, who was being bitchy, what her teacher was like etc. I never really told her anything about my life outside of home because I just always thought it’d be inappropriate.

It used to be so easy getting gifts for her though. I knew that she’d like anything with a Disney princess on it, particularly Cinderella, who was her favourite. Then, as I noticed she’d outgrown Disney princesses and moved on to different fads her friends were in to, like Polly Pockets, Bratz Dolls or Littlest Pet Shop, that’s what I got her (Google that shit if you don’t know what it is).

But then a whole bunch of stuff happened, and I became more distant from my family. I pretty much moved out at the end of last year and even though I do visit home, I don’t really talk to my youngest sister at all because she kind of just hides in her room most of the time. The last thing I remember her liking was One Direction.

But she seemed to transform from a sweet, innocent, child in to an angst teenager, overnight. As I walked in to her room one day, I’d noticed all her One Direction posters were gone. I asked her why she’d taken them down and she replied, “I don’t know, I don’t really like them anymore”, And when I asked why, she said, “because they’re stupid”. Even though those words were a relief to me, I was still shocked by the sudden 180. As the weeks passed by, her wall became increasingly covered with posters of Korean pop stars. I noticed her watching Kpop on SBS during certain weekends I was home.

So she likes Kpop now…

So anyway, that all led me to the dilemma yesterday. I had absolutely no idea what she’d like. I had to trawl through her Facebook photos to try and gauge what she might like.

To be honest, because we’d grown a bit distant, I was going to just settle on getting her a cake (terrible sister I know, but fear not, I did end up getting her a few gifts). But then several memories popped in to my head that touched the little fibres in my heart. I remember on this one birthday, she’d left a hand made card and a cellophane wrapped gift on my desk before I got home to surprise me. She was young, and didn’t have any money, but she still went to the effort to get me something. And this other time, during Christmas, she made me take her to a book store and asked me to pick something so she could buy it for me because she knew I liked to read.

I guess the main reason it was so hard to get a gift for her today is because I still see her as that little girl. It’s so hard for me to let go of that image of her. Most of me doesn’t want to acknowledge that she’s growing up fast. And now I know how parents feel when their kids are becoming independent young adults.

It seems like just yesterday I was watching her in her cot, making sure she didn’t crawl out. Because the cheeky devil liked to hold the rails and bounce up and down like she was ready to jump out. And it feels like just yesterday her, my other sister, and I found giant black plastic bags and decided to use them in a jumping bag race. And it feels like just yesterday she needed my help guiding her way through life.

I honestly wish my sisters and I were like the Brady Bunch. You know, braiding each other’s hair and DnMing and stuff. But that just isn’t the way our family is. We’ve always been distant, especially with my dad being overseas most of the time.

But I guess I’ve got an extra item for my bucket list then. Become closer with my sisters before I’m 30. Because nothing can adequately describe how much I love them and I don’t want to live the rest of my life never talking to them, or barely being in contact with them, like my parents and their siblings.

Marvel’s “Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D”

When I saw the preview for this show, I had high hopes for it because I love all things super-hero related. I really wanted to like this show and was hoping it’d hook me on like the first two seasons of Heroes. But to my dismay, it was a grave disappointment. Maybe I shouldn’t have set my expectations so high… but the preview hyped it up as some awesome TV Show related to The Avengers!

So we pretty much get all the main characters thrown at us in the first episode, with no back story whatsoever. There’s a lot of action and the scenes move quick, but unfortunately the character development doesn’t really move at the same pace. The details of the scene become the main focus, whilst the characters are just kind of there to help play out the scene. What’s wrong with this?

Well the viewer is left feeling disconnected from the plot. You only care about whether or not someone’s about to be shot in the face if you like them, yet the show has done nothing to make the characters likable! I will make two exceptions though: the two bickering scientists, Leo (Ian De Caestecker) and Jemma (Elizabeth Henstridge), my only two loves on the show (mostly Elizabeth because she’s oh so pretty). Their banter is more witty and intelligent than anything that will ever come out of Skye’s mouth.

Who is Skye (Chloe Bennet)? Well I’m guessing she’s the leading lady. Her character is a civilian hacker who works for an anti-government group called “The Rising Tide”. I don’t know why but she annoys THE crap out of me. She’s introduced as “bubbly and goofy” but “also warm, edgy and witty”. Her “bubbly and goofy” personality is more accurately described as pushy and annoying. Think of that annoying overly enthusiastic guy/girl who stops you whilst you’re in a hurry to catch your train. Even after politely insisting that you’re in a rush, they’ll still keep you and tell you about this amazing charity, and how much good you’ll be doing if you pledge a certain amount every month as a donation (and they always seem to leave out that they get commission from this, don’t they?).  That’s her.

What’s even more of a cringe to watch is the inevitable romance between Agent Grant Ward (Brett Dalton) and herself. It’s such a cliche.

He’s your typical icy manly man, she’s your “warm”, “goofy”, “lovable”, yet still independent, lady, who comes in and teaches him a thing or two about being a human with emotions, he warms up to her, they get together, the end.

Oh, and let’s not forget Phil Coulson (Clark Gregg) from The Avengers (Yes! Coulson lives!). I don’t really have much of an opinion about him- and that’s the problem. He’s funny sometimes, but mostly he’s just a forgettable character.

This show is lucky I’m the type to give shows a whole season for a chance at redemption, before ditching it for a good. So here’s hoping things get better. Oh, and I really do hope we see more of Cobie Smulder’s (Robin from How I Met Your Mother) character cuz she is lookin’ fine!

 

If there’s one thing you should not say during a fight, it’s this.

If there’s one thing you should not say during a fight, it’s: “Let’s break up”.

That line is the worst thing you could say during a fight for so many reasons:

  1. You’ll regret it.
    You’ll regret saying those words pretty much as soon as they come out of your mouth, if not later. This is because the cold hard truth, is that you didn’t mean it. If you break up during a fight, chances are, you only suggested the breakup in the heat of the moment. You were so angry at the person you wanted to make them really hurt- and what better way to do it then to break up with them?Moral of the story: Think carefully about whether or not you want to break up with your significant other over a petty argument about how they always forgets to order extra FUCKING pineapple on the Hawaiian pizza. So don’t do it, just in case they don’t take you back- and then it’s just you and your pineapple.

    Feels Good Man

    Don’t end up like this guy.

  2. You’ll end the relationship on bad terms.
    If you truly love, or at least loved at some point, your significant other, then you wouldn’t want to break up with them on bad terms. Just remember that for the duration you’ve been together romantically, you’ve been one another’s best friend.Moral of the story:  Just really make sure you’ve been fair when considering a breakup. It’s disrespectful to the relationship you’ve built together if you break up with the other person on a whim, during a fight.
  3. You’ll hurt longer.
    Say the break up sticks, and you and your significant other really aren’t together anymore. All that anger, frustration and unfinished business, tied to that one argument, will haunt you for a long time. Sometimes you’ll feel regret, and you’ll think to yourself “maybe I was wrong, and I should have apologized” (sorry buddy, too late). Sometimes you’ll feel anger because of the way that “jackass” treated you.Moral of the story: You don’t get closure from angry break ups. To be vulgar, it’s kind of like herpes. The lingering anger will always be there, waiting to drag you back down when you ponder a little too much before you go to bed at night.
  4. It’s better to live with them than live without them.
    If you really think your significant other is so unbearable that you’d be better off without them, then go ahead. Break up with them. But don’t do it during an argument, for the aforementioned reasons. You’ll be better off if you let yourself calm down first before spitting out irrational words like, “let’s break up”. Most of the time though, you’ll realise that it’ll be much harder trying to get used to life without them, and you’re better off just getting over it and making  up.Moral of the story:  Just be an adult and have a civilized talk with your significant other over what’s bothering you. After all, isn’t that what relationships are about? Getting to know what makes the other person tick, and compromising? Not hurling hurtful words, you’ll regret later on, at each other like a bunch of Capuchin monkeys throwing faeces at one another.

    Don’t do it. Don’t break up during a fight.

  5. You don’t want to be that couple.
    We’ve all got that couples friend who constantly break up, get back together, and break up again. They do it so often, you need Facebook to tell you whether or not they’re still together… at the moment. It’s tiring and frustrating for you, and extremely tedious for the friends who have to offer their support every, single, time you break up with your significant other. And soon, their lips will be saying, “are you okay?” but they’ll really be thinking, “oh here we go again”.Moral of the story: Make sure when you break up with your significant other, it’s a clean break. No anger, no mess, no getting back together. And if you won’t do it for the sake of your relationship, or for the sanity of your friends, at least do it for this cute kitty cat.

    How can you say no to this face?

    Well then, hope that was somewhat insightful. I do want to mention one last point though. The ONLY time it is EVER okay to break up with your significant other during a fight, is if, and ONLY IF, they have cheated on you. If they’ve done the dirty on you, go ahead and dump that mother fucker’s ass. Do it in public. Do it in their car and then smash their head lights in or something. Just make sure they get the message loud and clear: “IT’S OVER YA SCUMBAG”.

Love,

Ally

American Horror Story

I first heard about this beauty of a TV show from a friend. She knew how much I love horror and she told me it was a “must-watch”. She told me it was kind of more disturbing than scary though- I had no idea just how bloody disturbing it would be (see what I did thar? Yeah, lame, I know) .

So the first season, titled American Horror Story: Murder House, centers around a family who’ve moved in to a house with a dark past. The family consists of Ben Harmon, a psychiatrist, Vivien, his wife, and their angsty, depressed, teenage daughter Violet. As the season goes on, you see the family meet the house’s past inhabitants (yes, in the form of vengeful ghosts). Equally as creepy as the house’s former tenants, though, are the neighbours, who sporadically show up unannounced at their house. One of the neighbours is the alcoholic, Constance Langdon, who’s played by the former golden girl, Jessica Lange.

Long Story Short: a lot of messed up s*** happens in the house whilst the Harmons are there, but the series also takes you through all the messed up s*** that happened before the Harmons got there. The origins of the haunted house unravel over the 12 episodes of the season, and despite all the gore and horror, there is a happy ending.

American Horror Story Movie Poster

In case there’s any confusion (which there was with me), this is an anthology series. So the second season has a completely different setting, with different characters, despite some of the actors being carried over from the first season. There is no relation between the story-line in the second season and the story line in the first season. The second season, titled American Horror Story: Asylum, is set in an, you guessed it, asylum. The mental institution is run by the church, and when a journalist, Lana Winters, comes in to write an exposé on the gross abuse of human rights within the institution, all sorts of devilish things begin to happen. If you think One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest was bad, try multiplying the mistreatment of patients by 100. Jessica Lange plays Sister Jude, who runs the mental institution. Whilst she didn’t do much for me in the first series, she absolutely blows me away with her performance in this series.

Long Story Short: Lana Winters goes inside to write an exposé, encounters a whole bunch of messed up s***, including a serial killer with SERIOUS mummy issues, and a former Nazi doctor doing ghastly experiments on patients. A lot of people die, and just when you think all hope is lost, the series surprises you. Oh, and just when you thought things couldn’t get any weirder, there’s aliens involved too.

 

The third series is currently airing, and it’s titled American Horrror Story: Coven. Yep, you guessed it again, it’s about witches. But honestly, the first episode of this series was possibly the most messed up thing I’ve seen in this series to date. If that poster looks seductive to you, well then I guess it did its job in portraying the feel of the entire series. It’s sexual, but in a not-quite-right way.

Long Story Short: I’m not sure if I like this season yet, but it’s kind of got me hooked. So far, in two episodes, we’ve seen rape, torture, and lots of bloody murder. It has successfully held on to my attention, and I’m anxious to see what happens next. Also, my favourite actors from the first two series are in it (Jessica Lange, the guy who plays Tate in the first series, the chick who plays Violet in the first series, the chick who plays Lana Winters in the second series, and the chick who plays the quiet nun girl in the second series).

Anyway, hopefully I’ve sparked some sort of curiosity in you to watch this series. I can assure you the series goes much deeper than just gore and bloodshed. It delves in to the darker side of human nature and perhaps that’s why so many find it unsettling to watch. It’s like looking in to a mirror and seeing the worst possible side of yourself.

90’s kids

Watching this video made me extremely nostalgic for the better days, when things were simpler. When the best thing your parents could give you was a happy meal for lunch, and when homework meant drawing title-pages/contacting your books. You know, back in the days when you didn’t have obnoxious tweens hashtagging YOLO on all their half-naked luvos on Instagram. When ripped shorts that showed half your butt cheeks meant that you REALLY needed some new jeans. And when kids demanded Sunnyboys after school and not new iPads.

What to consider when getting a job.

If you’re asking me what sort of qualifications I have that enables me to be giving such advice, I’ll have to be honest. I don’t have any formal qualifications but I’m kind of a job whore. I’ve been through so many jobs that I’ve left out quite a few on my resume (because employers don’t like job whores), and there’s been many times when I’ve held two or three jobs at once.

Now when I say job, let me emphasize that I distinguish this from a career. There’s a whole bunch of different things you have to consider when choosing a career, but I won’t go in to that.

But if you’re a Uni student like me, either looking for your first job, or looking for another job because your last one was a flop, but you were really liking the extra income it gave you, then you should take these following things in to consideration in order to avoid being a job whore like me, and find a job you can stick with. Not only will you get more solid references to put on your resume later on, to other employers, you look like a more reliable worker.

So here goes, what to consider when finding that part-time job you want to stick with:

  1. Location, location, location.
    From personal experience, I know that I’ve taken up many job offers, without considering exactly how much time I’ll take to get to the job. When you’re desperate for a job, or money, you sort of don’t care how far you have to travel to get paid. But learn from my mistakes. A job that is too far out of the way, is not a sustainable job. You’ll be looking for a new job within a few months because it’s just too much of a hassle to get to, and no one wants to start the day with the feeling of dread of having to travel for more than an hour to work. Picture two jobs: one is a mere 20 minutes a way, hell, maybe it’s right downstairs if you’re lucky. Another job is on the other side of the city, and you have to catch two trains and a bus to get there. Comparing the jobs, you get a whole extra hour (maybe more) of sleep. And a well slept worker = a happy one.
  2. Your workmates.
    Okay, so you’ve found a job at a good location, and you’ve taken up the job offer. But are you going to keep the job? Well it all depends on your workmates. It doesn’t matter how shitty or not fulfilling your job is, or how much of a dickhead your boss is, having workmates you can get along with is the key to maintaining a long-term job. Why? Because cool workmates get you through a crappy shift. You can all just b**** about how shitty your job is, how much of a dick your boss is being, or about rude customers. Maybe you’ll even have a cool boss who will join in on the b****.Awesome Boss
    I had this one job I managed to stay at for a year, which only paid $19 p/h. During the time I was there, I picked up another job paying $23 p/h. I only stayed there for a few months before quitting. Money was the incentive at first, but my workmates at the first job were just so much cooler. Getting through an 8 hour shift was a breeze there, whilst minutes felt like hours at the second job.
  3. Make sure you can actually balance it with uni.
    So many times I’ve been so desperate to get a new job, I’ve simply said yes to all the shifts they requested I do. Not only did I get burnt out quicker, I was starting to fall behind on my uni work and I was skipping lectures (non-compulsory) to attend shifts. I was completing my assignments last minute and it resulted in me having to take time off from work to catch up.
    This just wasn’t a good set up because no matter what, your education always comes first. You’ll need it if you want to graduate from your degree, and finally get started on that awesome career you’re waiting to climb up in.
    Also, employers don’t like you flaking out on shifts. They hired you in the first place, because they needed a person to work for them during those particular hours and days. So if you’re actually liking the job, you wouldn’t want to lose it because your employer now sees you as unreliable.
    Post Work Routine
  4. The Pay.
    I know I said before the other stuff trumps the pay, but it doesn’t mean it’s not important, Some employers won’t tell you how much you’re getting paid, especially if they don’t intend on paying you a fair wage. And many don’t ask their wage during the interview because they feel rude, or they feel like it’s inappropriate.
    This is what I’ve come to realise: It’s not rude! In fact, you are being a responsible employee by getting all the details before you start your job. You have a right to know how much you’ll be getting paid, and no matter how much they talk up the job, and how awesome they make it sound, firstly, know. your. wage.
    You don’t want to start the job, get attached, and then leave because the wage is too low for the amount of labour you put it.

    This is How Everyone in Retail Feels Like

    This pretty much summarizes it.

  5. The Job Itself
    Even though this isn’t a career, make sure your job is enjoyable. And if not, at least make sure it’s bearable. Say the shifts are Monday, Wednesday and Friday, from 8am till 5pm. Really make sure that you can go through 24 hours of doing this task every week.
    Let me give you an example. I worked at a call center as a telemarketer, where the shifts were a mere 4 hours. My workmates were young and hip, and pretty cool cats overall. The pay was not bad either. But after just two weeks of sitting there, dialing good people to try and get them to donate so that it’d cover my wage (and the charity would get the rest), I wanted to shoot myself in the ear by the 2nd hour of every shift. All I wanted to do was get the f*** home.
    So when you’re looking for a job, or going in to an interview for a job, make sure you know exactly what kind of work you’re getting yourself in to. And make sure it’s bearable.Daydreaming at Work

Anyways, that’s my two cents worth. Hopefully it’ll be even mildly helpful to you in your quest to finding the perfect part-time job. Make sure when you do find that awesome job, though, that you don’t become a shopaholic and continuously blow your weekly wage because you’re “SO RICH NOW”. Because nek minnit, you’ll be telling your friends you’re “SO BROKE RIGHT NOW”.

Good luck on your job search!

Love,

Ally.

Malaria vaccine could be in widespread use by 2015 after successful trial

This is interesting, seeing as I JUST watched a documentary yesterday, in class, on global epidemics. I learnt that the first, largely, successful antimalarial drug was developed in China. It was called Artemisinin, and was a plant derivative. However, due to Cold War politics, China refused to release any information to the rest of the world, thus delaying further developments in malarial drugs by about twenty-years.

It really surprised me how deeply entrenched in politics, something as simple and necessary as health care, is. Health agendas and policies are just governed by bureaucracies, who know little-to-nothing about what people actually want or need.

Anyway, that’s a little off topic in terms of the malaria vaccine. Perhaps I’ll save my politics in health rant for another post.

But hopefully this vaccine turns out to be successful. It’s unfortunate, but Malaria’s just one of those epidemics that’s experienced failure after failure in terms of finding a vaccine or cure. As a result, it’s been pushed in to the shadows. Without the media hype, it’s been largely forgotten about, despite the hundreds of thousands of people dying from it every year.