First day in a warehouse. Fuckin’ brilliant. That was my first thought when I opened my eyes in a morning. Well, it was about twelve but still like morning for me. I new I weren’t going to like it, but my girl kept on my back about money and stuff, and I love her so wanted to do my bit. Still this weren’t going to be easy. I hate being in the same place day in and day out doing the same old shit. Still don’t know what it is I’m gonna be doing, but I’m sure my gal will understand if she gets back from work and I’m home early as I’ve quit because I aint’ sitting there putting the lids on tooth paste. Hope it aint’ as  monotonous as that tho. 

               I finished brushing my teeth and looked in a mirror. Normal face of normal guy. Two eyes,  nose, mouth, lips and stuff u normally get from God with your face and your whole body. First degree in psychology at University Of Philadelphia and what I get? Fuckin’ warehouse. It’s just great. God bless queen and credit crunch! When I think about those millions applications and CV’s I’ve left in so many places, about those all interviews I had, it just makes me feel sick. Why? Simple answer. Guy in a suit sitting in front of me asking ridiculous questions like ‘What was the best thing you remember from childhood’ or ‘What your friends think about you’. Fuckin hell mate! Ask my friends, how the hell am I supposed to know that? Then he tells me that they are looking for people with degree and some little part of your brain is telling you ‘Oh yes, that’s me!’. Next thing you hear is that they need someone with experience and your brain is telling you same thing ‘Oh yes, that’s me!’. Last thing you hear is that they are also looking for someone young, and here we go, your brain again ‘Yeah man! I’m your new perfect employee!’. Two weeks later you get a letter saying ‘In response to your interview, high qualities and education we are sorry to tell you…’ You are fuckin sorry?! And what about me?! Well sad truth is that they were looking for someone just after Uni, with twenty years work experience as MI6 agent and charming personality like Denzel Washington. So basically what you got left? Warehouse six pounds pre hour instead of doing what you have been trained to do for two hundred pounds per hour.  Excellent. That’s my first day in a new job. At least Ill get some money…