Workers Help Files

I continued to click the mouse wildly from one site to another, getting more and more frustrated by the conflicting information each one provided. The service manager had asked me a couple of hours ago to gather some information on the the local areas skip hire costs. Yet, so far nothing seemed reasonable, and every company had it's good parts and bad parts. It was becoming a mission and a half. I finally printed one off and sent it in the direction of his desk, deciding it would have to do. Half of me couldn't understand why on earth the company was spending money on skips with everything else they were moaning about right now.

You see I worked in the motor trade and had done for nearly ten years, but recently with the country in recession it had become a not very nice nor very safe place to be. My wages had been cut due to company cut backs along with many other employees. Business had dropped rapidly whilst all the customers were tightening their belts and watching their pennies, the motor trade seemed to be the bottom of the list when it came to spending and unfortunately we were all suffering for it. This week had seen an announcement of some redundancies looming, so the atmosphere had become very tense with everybody wondering if their jobs were safe and which ones of us would be joining the queue at the job centre very soon.

The only time I felt relaxed in the building was through my lunch time, I had spent the full hour for the last few weeks online revising for my driving theory test. I didn't really want to learn to drive, as I had never felt the need to and I certainly didn't have the money too, but as my boss had pointed out I would be more of an asset to the company if I had a driving licence as well as my administration abilities it had become the main part of my life right now. I didn't want to lose my job any more then I wanted to do the ever so annoying theory test that sat in front of me.

A few weeks later whilst going through the same mundane day, now with three of my work friends missing due to the evil redundancies that did take place I was once again sat in front of google endlessly typing in the words 'theory test', life neither having got better or moved on in the slightest, when I noticed down the side of the site an advert for a local job opportunity doing administration for a school. I quickly clicked on it, not really having thought about changing jobs but something compelled me to click anyway. I was surprised to read through the job description and feel excited about the prospect of carrying out the duties described. Again, with compelling feeling but not really knowing why I went through the process of applying, suddenly finding myself making alot of effort to see results at the end of it. CV checked and checked a hundred times, clothes ironed perfectly for the interview, what I would say at it playing over and over in my mind.

I was thrilled just one month later when all my effort had paid off and I found myself sat at the centre of a very busy school, surrounded by paper work, busy every minute of the day, enjoying everything I did and doing it with passion. I earned more, had a great bunch of colleagues and I suddenly felt worthwhile again. The most important thing was I felt safe and one thing was for sure, as long as the words 'recession' and 'economic crisis' were looming in the air I would, without a doubt,be avoiding a career in the motor trade.