Desperate times call for desperate measures

Having recently returned, not long ago from my Asian Adventure, money was quite obviously tight. Thank goodness for my lovely parents allowing me to live rent-free until a managed to get myself a full time job.

I’d count myself as a lucky graduate, as within a week of returning to glorious England, I managed to bag myself a pub job a short 5 minute walk away from my house. Obviously this wasn’t an ideal situation, as I wanted to use my ‘year out’ as a chance to travel the world but first and foremost, gather up as much experience as possible in my degree sector in order to get myself the best graduate scheme. However, being picky meant I had to also be patient, so my pub job helped to give me a little pocket money whilst applying for over many jobs.

My pub job is great in terms of tips, if you’re a waitress like myself, you keep all your own tips. Others may complain about this like the bar people or the kitchen staff, but at the end of the day, the waitresses are dealing with angry and impatient customers when the chefs don’t deliver the food in good time and the waitresses get the blame. Plus, I work hard at providing a good customer service, so I think it’s only fair, but then again everyone is entitled to their own opinion.

So on this one particular evening, I did rather well in tips and managed to bag a couple of notes, meaning that for once I left the pub on a high. Anyway so, the journey between the pub and my house is down a unlit, dark road, with fields either side, so being a young women like myself, I’m hardly likely to walk alone, so this is where my lovely parents come in again. They are ever-so-kind as to meet me and it’s not always that late. So as we walked home and I explained with glee my high earnings of tips that evening and as we got home and emptied my pockets to work out how much I had made. And one of my £5 notes had disappeared and as I was convinced that I definitely had been tipped that, my parents suggested we get out a couple of torches and head back towards the pub. Again thank you to my amazing parents. So we popped our shoes and coats back on and headed out, and low and behold, half way towards the pub we hit a jackpot and there was my soggy £5 note. I’m not sure this post describes how happy I was, but it sure does describe my desperateness. I mean, come on a ‘fiver’, in reality what sort of things will this buy you these days, you can’t even get a large glass of wine, so was it really worth it?

Welcome - Bienvenue - Bienvenido

Welcome to Peachy Keen Jelly Bean. I am a 22 year old graduate, seeking to master an understanding of this crazy world we live in. 

In the past 6 months, I have finished university, travelled around South-East Asia, worked three different jobs, applied for graduate schemes, graduated, partied a lot in Bristol and have enjoyed numerous spinning classes. My aim for the next 6 months is to travel some more, get onto a graduate job, keep working my three jobs, do some more spinning classes and continue to enjoy life.

You may have guessed but I want to travel the world (all of it) eventually, having only visited a small number of places. I am currently on my ‘gap yah’, saving as much money as possible to go on my next adventure as well as trying to organise a graduate scheme to come back to. All in a day’s work!

I would describe myself as an enthusiastic, ambitious, unrealistic fitness fanatic, with a good sense of humour and a penchant for weirdness. I graduated less than a week ago, with a first class honours degree in Marketing, Advertising and Communications. It is awful to say, but it is the end of an era for me and definitely my favourite era yet. However as they say, one door closes another one opens. I can’t wait for the next door.

As you read my next few posts that go up, you may feel a little confused. I wrote a few posts a few months ago, but I have been dithering about my new blog name so haven’t managed to publish them.

The name of my blog is ‘Peachy Keen Jelly Bean’, the reason behind this is due to my love of the movie Greese, my all time favourite. I can’t quite remember at which point in the movie it was said but Rizzo said it and it’s an awesome saying.

Until next time...