For the first time in my life I complained about service at a restaurant...

[AdamGB]

Well, I'd hardly call it a job but I've been working in subway for about 10 months now... fucking awful!

I didn't mind working that sort of job when I was in college studying, but I'm qualified and experienced at other, better things. Before this I worked in gyms... have qualifications in instruction and sports science etc

Before that I was at the cinema... worked with a good crowd and I was studying at the time so at least I was doing something fulfilling and looking to bigger things.

And before that I worked on the building sites, was a mason paver, worked on roads/monuments all around the city, loved doing something physical, out doors and skilled... there's few things more satisfying than building something. Left that to try and get involved in sports and exercise, I enjoye it and it could of lead to bigger things but at the end of the day it was work, being in the gym is something I enjoy so I thought it would make for better work.

Done all sorts of odds and ends between these... including helping a guy who ran bouncy castles and supervising rowing boats. Also labouring etc

Subway isn't hard at all... free lunch and it's next to my house... but that's good and bad... don't have to pay to travel, can just leave the house and be ther in a minute... but everybody in the area knows me... 'I thought you were a trainer'... 'long time no see, what have you been doing with yourself' (as I stand there feeling like a complete bum with some shit T shirt and an covered in mayonaise apron on).

As much as I can't be bothered to explain to them my situation and the fact that I've met all of the Fire Service's requirements but have to wait to start I also hate the fact that to those who don't know it seems like the most I've managed to do since leaving school is work in a fucking fast food restaurant!

Also try earning a grand a half a month (I know not loads but this is when I was 20 and most people my age's income was made up of money tax payers gave them so they could go and get pissed/study at uni) and then go to getting five fifty an hour and rarely working more than 20 hours a week, sometimes less than 10 because business sucks.

I can't even afford essentials anymore... and at the moment I can't even have the pride on knowing I pay my own board... used to be able to more than cover that and still have more than enough left over for myself. Its hard to spend like I should... too used to having disposable money, every time a birthday or Christmas comes around etc I'll try and treat my girl like I normally would.

For example I just spend loads on Valentines... not to spoil her but because its nice to have an excuse to get her things I want to anyway. My old logic would have been 'right, I can spend 100-200 what ever on this, as long as I don't go over my limit before pay day in 2 weeks I'll be back in the green). Now I have to buy a fraction of what I want to buy and get right down to the bottom of my overdraft and then after not spending money on basically ANYTHING for weeks if not months I'll probably have managed to patch up about 3 quarters of the hole I've made if at all.... phone bills etc go out and doesn't matter how hard you've tried to save you basically end up at square one again

What's worse is that a fire engine drives past the shop window every 5 minutes... which is basically everything I want... a real wage, fulfilling work with prospects and it;s something I've wanted to do as a kid... being told that I'm good enough but having an uncertain wait a head of me (the waiting list expires after 18 months then you have to go through the 6 month selection process again) is a fucking nightmare!

honestly I could keep typing but I'm just realising how long this essay of whine is becoming!