9 Weeks on the Streets

  Well... there have been worse jobs. 6 days a week, in a different town centre every day, persuading absolute strangers to contribute financially to the preservation of the rainforest...

"yo G, Whatup!?"

  Within the space of 9 weeks I have cried several times in the street, lost my temper several times more, nearly quit about 5 times, I have been thrown, week after week, from one end of the country to another and back, by my company office who have no respect for my Sundays. I've written a letter which got my team leader unceremoniously fired, had a great flailing argument with the Halifax about my "SURPRISE!" new overdraft fees, and wilfully engaged in a game of unrequited love, which I was only ever going to lose from the beginning...

ouch...

  On the plus side, however, I have cleared most of my overdraft, i've had numerous adventures, some more romantic than others, meeting old friends regularly and getting more time to hang with my little sister. Plus i'm earning enough money to be debt free in about 4 weeks time and still have enough to get myself a shiny new smartphone so I can use the internet wherever I am!

  All in all I can't complain. I'm going to a blues festival this weekend and working in the beautiful Isle of Wight again next week. So, hopefully without sounding too cliche, I'm going to finish by saying that the best thing about this job so far has been creating a good support network and realising what great friends I have...