This is a combination heart to computer/catch-up/whatever else, despite knowing that nobody reads this.
So, we start at the beginning (call me old-fashioned).
I am getting sick of a number if things, as follows:
1. The way this country is run. Not from a "Durr, the Labour Party is poopoo" perspective, from a "The whole system is fucked and I hate the only two parties that have any say, and the only moderation is the independents who come from retarded electorates, and are largely retarded themselves" perspective.
I hate the amount of formality is involved in even getting a response from a decision-maker, and this shitty system flows through everything run by the government. Faceless middle-management tuck themselves away in the corner, which leaves you complaining to the pleb workers who don't care, or the politicians, who don't care and don't have time to hear you in the first place.
What am I gonna do? One day when I find someone rich and crazy enough to do what I tell them I'll actually start a political party and pay for national adspace and try (I know it will probably be in vein) to effect some reform or change.
2. I'm sick of living at home. Honestly, I'd actually like to live in a place literally on my own for a while. Just have a solo bachelor pad where I can do what I want and just be responsible for myself. That would be really nice. I think that will never happen. I would happily settle for a sharehouse, but I need money, and for that I need a job.
3. I'm sick of being overlooked. It doesn't do a guy's confidence much good when all stimuli he receives indicates he is good at things, and then the results of these things get him nowhere. ECU, I'm looking at you for starters.
Sure, I probably wouldn't enjoy a job at ECU as much as working in the real world, but it would be nice to be asked. It kind of seems like the 'chosen one' policy of ECU's School of Communications has skipped my year but employed the 'respected' students of years past and future. I can tell you I probably did more helping of others than any of those people, who were busy doing their assignments properly in their kick-ass groups (I am jealous that the stars aligned for these people, but I also understand that it is reasonable to actually do your own work well and get good grades).
I kind of think that I gained alot more experience in troubleshooting and being a make-shift guru, but it's meant absolutely nothing in the job market. You can tell people you're good at solving problems until the cows come home, but unless you've had a paid job for 2 years that can verify that for you then you're stuck in my position.
Anyway, my point being that I have plenty of skills, but no proof of said skills. Therefore I am a risk to employers and will never get a job doing anything I want to do (which largely encompasses what I've spend most of my adult life training specifically for - go figure).
4. I'm sick of being unemployed. This is largely down to the last point. Also I blame Centrelink. Surely by now they've noticed that creative career-paths are different to being an office-jockey, fry-hand, or brickie. Surely they recognise that the creative industries are also legitimate forms of employment. Ergo it makes sense to FUCKING HELP GRADUATES OF MEDIA AND THE ARTS INSTEAD OF TELLING THEM TO TAKE THE FIRST SHIT-KICKER JOB THAT COMES AROUND AND SPEND HALF OF THEIR LIFE WASTING THEIR SKILLS UNTIL THOSE SKILLS ARE SUPERSEDED!
Why is it that if I take a volunteer position (that has a direct job prospect linked to it), I get no support, whatsoever? Somebody needs to realise the harsh reality that working for free is the way to get a job in the arts (especially film and sound), and those that get a job straight out of (or during) study are flukes or chance encounters.
Yes, I know I should have done that shit-kicker job in high school so I could actually physically force myself to apply for it in later life when I need the money, but you can't change me now, so you might as well learn to deal with me.
5. I'm sick of being the friend. To the ladies, at least. Anybody I'm interested in just ends up becoming a good friend (or a distant acquaintance). I'm the guy friend, instead of the boyfriend. That's my fault, mostly. This is for two reasons. I'm a shy bastard who takes too damn long to do anything, and also I'm afraid of becoming one of those pussy chasing players. Seriously.
6. I'm sick of censoring myself for fear of the following - Hurting a loved-one's feelings, being hated, being vulnerable. I will probably continue this practice, though, no matter how much I say I won't. I may slowly become more honest.
7. I'm sick of not knowing what tomorrow brings. I want to at least have some form of regular schedule somewhere. Some certainty in my life that goes beyond 'on this day you will most likely breathe, eat, shit, piss, sleep, and imbibe alcohol'. You know what, give me an office-monkey job, just don't make me apply for it.
So that about covers it.
Basically, the aim for the near future is to get a job, move out of home, man up, and possibly explode Canberra.
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