I have a couple of friends who are giving people some really stupid advice regarding education vs. travel.
Setting the scene…
A and B (a couple) went to university and got themselves an education. Both have Masters degrees (MBA) and had been working for almost a decade in the finance industry. Both A and B were earning healthy 6 figure salaries and had made a lot of money through investing wisely. Both incredibly bright people who had the fortune of hitting the job market and investing when things were good.
Eventually A and B quit their jobs and decided to go travelling. This is where I met them - when I was on holidays in Egypt. Except while my holiday was just a short adventure, they’d quit their jobs to basically go on a never-ending trip. Which, you know, good for them. We stayed in contact after meeting each other and actually became pretty good friends.
But now they’ve started giving people “advice”. Bad advice in my opinion.
They’ve been telling people to not go to university and to go and travel instead because education is a waste of time. Look, if you know me at all, you would know that I would never discourage anyone from travelling. I think it is one of the most fulfilling things you can do with your life. But not at the expense of an education.
I know university isn’t for everyone…But it’s incredibly stupid to tell people to go travelling instead of getting an education (or a job), especially in the current job market.
I’m certainly not saying “don’t travel”, but what A and B are doing is not practical for 99.9% of the population. Remember - they’ve already got Masters degrees. They’d already worked for 10 years and earned a hell of a lot of money between them which they invested wisely to give themselves an income. They quit their jobs to travel before the job market crashed.
Must be incredibly easy to tell people education is a waste of time when you used yours to make millions though…
So I can’t sleep and I’m bored.
Can someone recommend some anti-Rachel Glee fanfiction with a focus on Kurt/Blaine? Or ones where the Glee club turns on Kurt?
No, I don’t like Rachel. I’m entitled to that opinion. And I also think that Schuester and the Glee club were downright cruel to Kurt at times, and I’d like to see them put in their place.
You know when you just have one of those truly shitty bad days? That was today.
I got a consulting job at work in January which extended my contract until next month. And today I just found out that I’m being evicted from my apartment the same day my contract extension runs out. The owners want the property back because they want to sell it. So today I got my 28 days notice.
So I’m out of a job and a place to live on the same day.
What the fuck am I going to do?
I’m tempted to just pack up everything I own, put it into storage and then disappear overseas somewhere and not come back. Could go do my scuba instructor certification and become a qualified dive bum? Could take my psuedo-boyfriend up on his offer to get married so that I could move to the US? Could just down a bottle of sleeping pills as well and then none of it will matter *sigh*
Ignore that last one. It’s just me venting after a really shitty day.
As I was leaving the hotel this morning after breakfast, the hotel manager asked me when I was due. I had to do a double take and ask what she said again. She repeated it and asked when I was due…
Sorry, but what?
Firstly - what the actual fuck?!?! In what universe is it appropriate to ask a total stranger something like that and comment on their weight like that to their face?
Secondly - half the people who know me regularly accuse me of being anorexic or having bulimia! Asking me when my baby is due? Seriously? Fuck off.
Thirdly - I hate kids. If I ever did get pregnant, I would have it terminated long before I ever started to show.
Frankly, I was gobsmacked. Didn’t know what to say! I just gave the woman a filthy look and left. I know enough South Africans to know that such comments aren’t culturally appropriate, so I have no idea where it came from.
Ruined my day to be honest. Was having such a good time in South Africa until that happened.
Thanks a fucking lot.
Without going into specifics, I am somewhere in Africa right now for work.
I hate it here. I want to go home.
I am staying on site and they were informed well in advance of my dietary requirements and said they could cater for it. This was reconfirmed several times by both myself and the people who were arranging me to fly over for the job.
They are refusing to cater for me. Seriously. They are flat out refusing to make any vegetarian food for lunch and dinner, let alone vegan. Everything has meat in it. I can’t even get them to make me a plate of potato fries and ketchup. And at breakfast, the only option is toast with bacon and eggs. None of which I can eat. There’s not a single piece of fruit.
That’s bull. I am tempted to tell the company to shove the job up their ass and get my travel agent to book me flights back to Australia first thing in the morning.
As it stands right now, I have literally not eaten anything except rice cakes for 3 days. And my personal stash (that I never travel without) is about to run out. So in a few hours when it’s lunch time, I’m not going to have any food. And the catering people on site won’t make me anything that I can eat. There are no shops anywhere in the vicinity of where I am where I could go to buy food. I’m in the middle of fucking nowhere, which is why we made absolutely sure they could cater for me on site.
This is by no means my first trip to Africa, so I know that they can cater for various dietary requirements. While some countries still have serious problems, most of Africa is nowhere near as backwards as it’s often portrayed in the media. I’ve been to this particular country before, and while finding vegan food isn’t easy, you could generally get the chef to make you a plate of plain vegetables and rice, or a plate of fries, or a bowl of fruit salad without any problem. So it’s just that the catering people here are being inflexible.
What would you do? Fly home? Screw the job and the money?
Edit: We have resolution! This is the absurdity of it all. I had to call the owner of the company back in Australia and get him to intervene. He’s the one who wanted me to do this work in the first place, and I threatened to walk out of the job unless something was done immediately. Apparently he threatened to fire the caterers if they didn’t start making me food. While I didn’t end up with anything for lunch, I finally started getting food at dinner, served with a great deal of resentment from the kitchen staff.
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