Well, it's nice to actually GET paid

Just got my first paycheck today. =D

It's not much - £90 for just under a week's worth of work, I'm gonna say around 3 full days - but it gets me out of the messy situation of being unable to pay the hosting bills for my site. Without my sites, Emma is a sad kitten. >: Plus, the site's form an important, if grossly underestimated, part of my livelihood - publicising my work and giving me an outlet to sell it.

I'm working in Vue Cinemas right now, and it was a slight culture shock to begin with... I've never held a 'real' job before, and being stuck in the arse-end of the employment, otherwise known as retail, probably wasn't a nice soft welcome. I had trouble not being able to work at full-potential and help out when I was getting trained up, I am easily wounded by customer abuse, and my ever-mysteriously frail health state meant that after enough hours with movie times and short staffing preventing me from taking a break, I'd be on my last legs and unable to keep standing unless I was concentrating on till-work. This triggered a return of my old mate depression, which didn't help.

Buuuttttt I'm doing okay now. The hours are long and the pay is next to nothing, but I can do it fairly well and enjoy it. =] With luck and enough saving, myself and my boyfriend will be able to save up and get an apartment of our own and move out of our temporary carvan accomodation. xD But the current housing crisis makes that tricky.

Work is... an interesting experience, and one that's drastically cutting into my time spent writing and drawing. But it's contributing - to society, to the relationship, to a future. It's also being part of the loathed rat-race and being penned in by minimum wage and the restrictions of my age, but it's doing my best to make my own living. And that's nice.

SUMMER BLOCKBUSTER SEASON NAO. OSHI- =P

E.Maree

xoxo