Quote: Scatterbrained Floozy @ June 13 2012, 3:55 PM BSTI wouldn't have emerged like a phoenix in high heels with glossy hair, having defeated the constrictions of life at home with my parents.
Scats is ace.
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Quote: Stylee TingTing @ June 13 2012, 3:57 PM BSTI'm totally with RC/your Dad on this one. I personally would worry myself sick.
So.. split shifts, some of which finish at 11 pm. How many shifts per week would you have to travel home late?
Any was too many I think is his view. Like if I did 5 shifts a week, and I can either do lunch-time or evening (or perhaps a middle one), I'd have had at least an evening a week. And that would be enough to make him worry the whole week before.
Quote: zooo @ June 13 2012, 3:58 PM BST
Scats is ace.
Scats, you're a sensible girl and I'm sure you've made the logical decision. It's a shame, as RC suggested, that you couldn't get an apartment close to the restaurant.
Quote: Scatterbrained Floozy @ June 13 2012, 4:00 PM BSTAny was too many I think is his view. Like if I did 5 shifts a week, and I can either do lunch-time or evening (or perhaps a middle one), I'd have had at least an evening a week. And that would be enough to make him worry the whole week before.
Okay, but one evening per week is already better. Ask your prospective boss if they might help with costs? 100%? 50/50? One cab trip per week?
Personally I'd tell him you've got a job at a lunch time pole dancing club.
He'll be begging you to take the other one.
I dunno if it would be one evening, or just at least one. Evening is obviously the busiest time, and the branch I'd been chosen for at this point was in Canary Wharf, not at all close to home. It's just a bitch. When I move out, I will do what I want job wise. But for now, it's sometimes easier to keep the peace.
What piddled me off was my dad saying he felt bad, because I know that's not enough to change things. He said "Well, would you be fine with travelling then?" "Yes." "Well...would Elliot be fine with it?" "Yes." "..." He was just looking for excuses then, so he didn't have to be the one basically saying no. I didn't tell him they'd phoned before I called back and rejected it, because I know his "I feel bad" doesn't outweigh his "I wouldn't ever feel you were safe", and now it's all stupid.
He may actually respect you more in the long term if you make your stand.
Haha. No. 
Been there, tried it.
In times like this I always remember this story by Kafka.
BEFORE THE LAW stands a doorkeeper. To this door-keeper there comes a man from the country and prays for admittance to the Law. But the doorkeeper says that he cannot grant admittance at the moment. The man thinks it over and then asks if he will be allowed in later. "It is possible," says the doorkeeper, "but not at the moment." Since the gate stands open, as usual, and the doorkeeper steps to one side, the man stoops to peer through the gateway into the interior. Observing that, the doorkeeper laughs and says: "If you are so drawn to it, just try to go in despite my veto. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the least of the door-keepers. From hall to hall there is one doorkeeper after another, each more powerful than the last. The third doorkeeper is already so terrible that even I cannot bear to look at him." These are difficulties the man from the country has not expected; the Law, he thinks, should surely be accessible at all times and to everyone, but as he now takes a closer look at the doorkeeper in his fur coat, with his big sharp nose and long, thin, black Tar-tar beard, he decides that it is better to wait until he gets permission to enter. The doorkeeper gives him a stool and lets him sit down at one side of the door. There he sits for days and years. He makes many at-tempts to be admitted, and wearies the doorkeeper by his importunity. The doorkeeper frequently has little interviews with him, asking him questions about his home and many other things, but the questions are put indifferently, as great lords put them, and always finish with the statement that he cannot be let in yet. The man, who has furnished himself with many things for his journey, sacrifices all he has, however valuable, to bribe the doorkeeper. The doorkeeper accepts every- thing, but always with the remark: "I am only taking it to keep you from thinking you have omitted any- thing." During these many years the man fixes his at-tention almost continuously on the doorkeeper. He for- gets the other doorkeepers, and this first one seems to him the sole obstacle preventing access to the Law. He curses his bad luck, in his early years boldly and loudly, later, as he grows old, he only grumbles to himself. He becomes childish, and since in his yearlong contempla-tion of the doorkeeper he has come to know even the fleas in his fur collar, he begs the fleas as well to help him and to change the doorkeeper's mind. At length his eyesight begins to fail, and he does not know whether the world is really darker or whether his eyes are only deceiving him. Yet in his darkness he is now aware t of a radiance that streams inextinguishably from the gateway of the Law. Now he has not very long to live. Before he dies, all his experiences in these long years gather themselves in his head to one point, a ques-tion he has not yet asked the doorkeeper. He waves him nearer, since he can no longer raise his stiffening body. The doorkeeper has to bend low towards him, for the difference in height between them has altered much to the man's disadvantage. "What do you want to know now?" asks the doorkeeper; "you are insati-able." "Everyone strives to reach the Law," says the man, "so how does it happen that for all these many years no one but myself has ever begged for admit-tance?" The doorkeeper recognizes that the man has reached his end, and to let his failing senses catch the words roars in his ear: "No one else could ever be admitted here, since this gate was made only for you. I am now going to shut it."
Because sometimes you've got to push all the way through.
I think if I read that, having skimmed the last sentence, I will feel more upset.
Quote: sootyj @ June 13 2012, 5:12 PM BSTIn times like this I always remember this story by Kafka.
BEFORE THE LAW stands a doorkeeper. To this door-keeper there comes a man from the country and prays for admittance to the Law. But the doorkeeper says that he cannot grant admittance at the moment. The man thinks it over and then asks if he will be allowed in later. "It is possible," says the doorkeeper, "but not at the moment." Since the gate stands open, as usual, and the doorkeeper steps to one side, the man stoops to peer through the gateway into the interior. Observing that, the doorkeeper laughs and says: "If you are so drawn to it, just try to go in despite my veto. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the least of the door-keepers. From hall to hall there is one doorkeeper after another, each more powerful than the last. The third doorkeeper is already so terrible that even I cannot bear to look at him." These are difficulties the man from the country has not expected; the Law, he thinks, should surely be accessible at all times and to everyone, but as he now takes a closer look at the doorkeeper in his fur coat, with his big sharp nose and long, thin, black Tar-tar beard, he decides that it is better to wait until he gets permission to enter. The doorkeeper gives him a stool and lets him sit down at one side of the door. There he sits for days and years. He makes many at-tempts to be admitted, and wearies the doorkeeper by his importunity. The doorkeeper frequently has little interviews with him, asking him questions about his home and many other things, but the questions are put indifferently, as great lords put them, and always finish with the statement that he cannot be let in yet. The man, who has furnished himself with many things for his journey, sacrifices all he has, however valuable, to bribe the doorkeeper. The doorkeeper accepts every- thing, but always with the remark: "I am only taking it to keep you from thinking you have omitted any- thing." During these many years the man fixes his at-tention almost continuously on the doorkeeper. He for- gets the other doorkeepers, and this first one seems to him the sole obstacle preventing access to the Law. He curses his bad luck, in his early years boldly and loudly, later, as he grows old, he only grumbles to himself. He becomes childish, and since in his yearlong contempla-tion of the doorkeeper he has come to know even the fleas in his fur collar, he begs the fleas as well to help him and to change the doorkeeper's mind. At length his eyesight begins to fail, and he does not know whether the world is really darker or whether his eyes are only deceiving him. Yet in his darkness he is now aware t of a radiance that streams inextinguishably from the gateway of the Law. Now he has not very long to live. Before he dies, all his experiences in these long years gather themselves in his head to one point, a ques-tion he has not yet asked the doorkeeper. He waves him nearer, since he can no longer raise his stiffening body. The doorkeeper has to bend low towards him, for the difference in height between them has altered much to the man's disadvantage. "What do you want to know now?" asks the doorkeeper; "you are insati-able." "Everyone strives to reach the Law," says the man, "so how does it happen that for all these many years no one but myself has ever begged for admit-tance?" The doorkeeper recognizes that the man has reached his end, and to let his failing senses catch the words roars in his ear: "No one else could ever be admitted here, since this gate was made only for you. I am now going to shut it."
Because sometimes you've got to push all the way through.
You remembered all that! F**k me.
Actually I know most of it by heart.
It's sort of my If, which I also have pretty much memorised.
one should know what inspires one.
Quote: Scatterbrained Floozy @ June 13 2012, 5:19 PM BSTI think if I read that, having skimmed the last sentence, I will feel more upset.
Its quite inspiring, atleast it is for me.
Quote: sootyj @ June 13 2012, 5:37 PM BSTone should know what inspires one.
The Beano and Razzle?
Now for the ideal perv who can't be bothered to buy comics AND grot porn.
The Brazzle!
Featuring; Wanker Watson, the Bashed up the bumhole kids, and Mingie the stinks.
Quote: sootyj @ June 13 2012, 5:41 PM BSTThe Brazzle!
Sounds like a porn mag for blind people.