25/04/02

Despite what I promised last time this will not be the truth about the girls I used to/still do/will probably like. As time is short I'm going to give you all a real-life account of what happened to me during Work Experience when I was 16.

I asked Treorchy Comprehensive If I could possibly have a media-related placement. It's not a huge request, people who wanted to be dentist assistants got to be dentist assistants, wannabe footballers got to work at a football club, artists at an art college and the wannabe filmmakers? Well I got sent to Inland Revenue.

I know I'm still trying to figure that one out for myself. But the fact is they wanted me to learn about tax. Did they know something I didn't? The placement meant me getting up at 4:45 a.m. to catch a bus at 5:45 a.m. so that I'd be there by 7:30 a.m. As a frame of reference I woke at 10:23 a.m. yesterday.

I'm not doing that, if I'm not doing what I want I'll do it in style. So I went on a placement with H.Hunt & Sons Ltd. Which is my father building company. Much to my teachers disgust. I told her I'd be doing a day on site and 4 days in his office thing with my fathers secretary, who just happens to be my mother.

So here goes:

Monday:

I woke at 7 a.m. Got dressed and went to work. I spent the entire day putting in a window and eating food.

Tuesday:

Plastered a wall.

Wednesday:

Felt poorly, took day off.

Thursday:

Filled in Invoice sheet. Surfed Internet, played Championship Manager 2 demo.

Friday:

Typed out Estimate. Got to Christmas on Championship Manager 2 demo. Went home at 2.

And that's truly what happened. I lied for my Record Of Achievement, saying basically that I wrote  revolutionary building software. Bear in mind I was doing 4 A'levels and everyone else was doing either office work or something really challenging. But that's how I did fuck all for work experience and got away with it.

Til next time, Have a Foam Filled Day!

© Paul Hunt 2002