Hannah Allies describes how university destroyed her drive to get a job. From the University of York’s Yorker:
‘Unemployed student’ is an interesting phrase, seeing as that’s really what we should be, right? We are in a delicate process of learning, and ought not clutter our talented minds with mundane tasks that pay minimum wage.
This is at least what I tell myself, as after a week of returning to my family home, I remain unemployed. It was not always so – I’ve been keen to work various mind numbing jobs since I stealthily got a paper round at the age of 13 despite being too young (yes, you can be an underage papergirl. It’s not as badass as it sounds). I’ve done office work, bar work, and even did a summer in Burger King.
Though my housemates will not hesitate to tell you I can be a bit of a princess when it comes to doing anything requiring household effort, when it comes to paid work, I’m pretty much up for anything if it’ll pay for new clothes and a bottle of vodka. Well, at least that’s how I used to be.
Something happened to the honest, hardworking side of me as soon as I hit university. It wasn’t my pitiful 6 contact hours a week. It wasn’t even Willow. It was my overdraft. This wonderful number accompanied by an inoffensive, barely visible ‘DR’ that tells me that everything’s probably going to be okay…
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‘It’s kind of fun not doing anything…’
‘Unemployed student’ is an interesting phrase, seeing as that’s really what we should be, right? We are in a delicate process of learning, and ought not clutter our talented minds with mundane tasks that pay minimum wage.
This is at least what I tell myself, as after a week of returning to my family home, I remain unemployed. It was not always so – I’ve been keen to work various mind numbing jobs since I stealthily got a paper round at the age of 13 despite being too young (yes, you can be an underage papergirl. It’s not as badass as it sounds). I’ve done office work, bar work, and even did a summer in Burger King.
Though my housemates will not hesitate to tell you I can be a bit of a princess when it comes to doing anything requiring household effort, when it comes to paid work, I’m pretty much up for anything if it’ll pay for new clothes and a bottle of vodka. Well, at least that’s how I used to be.
Something happened to the honest, hardworking side of me as soon as I hit university. It wasn’t my pitiful 6 contact hours a week. It wasn’t even Willow. It was my overdraft. This wonderful number accompanied by an inoffensive, barely visible ‘DR’ that tells me that everything’s probably going to be okay…
Full story here.
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