We all have goals. Actually, we all have a vague idea of what we want from life. But do you know what you want, what you really really want? Probably not.
After the success of the week before, I couldn’t wait to get stuck in with this weeks strong female leading lady. This week, I channelled my inner Dr Brennan from the TV show Bones.
Have you ever looked at a TV or movie character and thought it must be awesome to be them? Me too, but is it everything it is cracked up to be? For one week, I channelled my inner Olivia Pope and became a gladiator in a suit.
This morning I had my landlord on the phone asking where my rent was, which was strange seeing as I had paid my rent the day before. I went to the bank, handed over some cold, hard cash, and it was paid. But she didn’t get it. This is the problem with being poor.
Today ended up as another screaming match for me and my family. Once again I cracked up at them all for being messy. I’m at home all the time so clearing up everyone else’s mess shouldn’t be an issue, should it?
For many of us from the working class, the modern day workplace is filled with horror. From scrubbing toilets to call centres, I’ve done it all. But as I grew older I realised that I hadn’t fulfilled any of my dreams.
When it comes to feminism in the modern world, to be called a feminist is practically an insult. How dare women expected to be treated the same as men! How dare we want equal pay, the same rights, and blah blah blah! Is that feminism or equal rights across the board? And why is feminism a dirty word?
Schools across the UK are facing massive budget cuts which are threatening our children’s education. But after reports of mismanaged budgets, teachers abusing pupils, and simple communication being an issue, it begs the question- is it worth saving our public schools?
I never really think about how good I have it. Most of us never do. But don’t worry, that doesn’t make us bad people. Sometimes we just need to remind ourselves that things aren’t that bad and that is stuff in our lives we can be grateful for. We need to be reminded that there are things that make us say, “merci”.
This was one of my first published pieces in a real life newspaper about employers watching us on social media.
You can imagine my delight when the editor of this very paper emailed me. I was going to write for a paper. I had a place to showcase my writing talents. The initial buzz of excitement disappeared when I realised, to my horror, I had added the editor as a friend on Facebook.