Kat Kat ya mad Kat

Actually, I already got a job. But someone was a right cunthole and gave me a bad reference (CBF linking you, search for it yo self lazy mother fucker).

But this job is legit, passed the interview and had killer references who were not gunna talk smack about me.

I started on Wednesday. A youth participation role in a local council. Sounded dreamy, apart from it is 3 days a week and in the middle of FUCKING NO WHERE. I help young people do cool shit in their deadshit town and make the local rate payer pay for it. In the youth department there are some interesting characters who appear to love nothing more than wasting time and money. 

My ‘buddy’ is Ms Tights as pants. WTF is that work appropriate, let alone life appropriate. She has lived in local area all her life, hardly makes it to the city and thinks my name is ‘babes’. I can’t deal with the ‘thanks babes’, ‘yes babes’ etc etc

A never-was muso who will never reach success, annoyingly wants to know my tastes in music, like I care for his opinion and assessment on my likes and dislikes and if they are obscure enough. 

Ms Teets, a teen mum counsellor two buckets of chicken short of needing a motorised wheelchair and a mumu.

The ground staff are all expert time wasters. Three staff spent 90mins talking smack before beginning work this morning. I am used to working on NGO schedule, you come to work (whenever I want) and then work your arse off until you get the job done. If this was a NGO they would not be refunded and if it was a business they would be in the red. 

Day one I was taken to lunch by babes and muso, the local shops had more obesity that you can poke a stick at. Also, highest number of non-hipster neck tatts. Apparently, the out there, sushi is served hot. Thanks Life.

By the end of the first day, I had a project brief and 12 month plan outlined. My manager, shocked, said it was anticipated that it would take at least two weeks. How fucking slow governments do operate?

I will remember to no longer work on NGO time.

Week 2 I put to the boss that I need to write a social media strategy to engage young people in the area with. Convince a PR department averse to risk to let young people talk to us on facebook. UUrrggghhh. Kill me
The challenge is fine, the fact that it is 2012 and this conversation hasn’t happened yet is beyond me. 

I wonder how long they will keep me interested.