Since dropping out of uni in january, I spent a short while job hunting, but before long a job landed in my lap and I am now working full-time in basingstoke as a support analyst for Centrica. Sounds a lot more glamorous than it is to be honest. I spend my days sat in an office on the phone to people who have IT-related problems and try to solve them. At the time of the interview and for the first day or so I was quite excited about this, but I think this was merely a childish periods of excitment over getting my first real job. This soon wore away and now I am left eagerly awaiting the end of the week just like millions of other people worldwide. The benefits of money are negligable due to travel expenses and the student finance company eating my ass about paying back my student loan. £958.30 went to them today alone, meaning I wont be able to enjoy my new income until at least april, as this months pay will pretty much be used to replace the chunk that student finance took out of my ass. Little bit of advice in itself there – don’t go to uni and then drop out, or if you do, don’t do it a week after student finance pay your loan into your bank and expect to be able to pay it off in installments. They will quite happily put you into debt to get their money back – they are just another loans company after all! I’m just lucky enough that I didn’t blow all the money while at uni and still have enough to live until I finally see any money from this new job. Only a mere 2 months after starting the damn thing will I actually see the fruits of my labour.
I do sometimes find myself wondering whether I did the right thing by dropping out of uni. I made a big effort in the interview to cover up the fact I had dropped out of uni. Luckily my CV helped by making it look like I just worked part time from september until I applied for this job, so I was able to cover this up until after I had actually landed the job and signed the contract. I do wonder whether I have inadvertantly screwed up my life though. I keep thinking forward to my future and I find myself wonder whether I am missing out now. I was truely unhappy at uni, and once back I smiled for the first time in months, but then again, shortly after being back that smile soon dissapeared and now I find myself part of mundane daily life, just one of millions of tiny insignificant ants travelling to work each morning and then back home that afternoon, and for what? There really is no up-side to being employed.