Posts by never too late to be myseld

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Barcelona meetup

by John Locke in

hola guys,.

currently, i am in barcelona for a two month project.. not sure if there are many residents of barcelona on this forum, but in case there are some or somebody is planning to visit this beautiful city, i propose to organize some gettogether for a drink or siteseeing.

if anyone is interested, please, pm me or leave message on this thread.. best wishes,.

never too late to be myseld

Hi there,

I'm in Mexico now, but I'm hoping to be in Barcelona after the 3rd December. I'd love to meet up with you guys. Please keep me posted!

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My real CV - have I wasted my time during the past 13 years?

by never too late to be myseld in

not sure of this is the right place to post this, but i needed to get it out of my chest.

so i'm having issues at work and i'm seriously considering quitting, which means i have to start rewriting my cv.

i am so sick of that.

never too late to be myseld

Haha, thanks!

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My real CV - have I wasted my time during the past 13 years?

by never too late to be myseld in

not sure of this is the right place to post this, but i needed to get it out of my chest.

so i'm having issues at work and i'm seriously considering quitting, which means i have to start rewriting my cv.

i am so sick of that.

never too late to be myseld

Not sure of this is the right place to post this, but I needed to get it out of my chest. So I'm having issues at work and I'm seriously considering quitting, which means I have to start rewriting my CV. I am so sick of that. I wish I could rewrite it saying what I really think. It has always been such a pain to polish crappy experiences up so that recruiters don't get offended. Today I sat down and surprisingly, I wrote my CV in a record space of time. I was amazed at how easily everything was flowing....

So do you think I should send this off to prospective employers? I could not get worse responses than I'm getting with my proper CV... and have you felt tempted to do the same??

MY NAME

Address: I don’t actually want
employers to have my address. I don’t have theirs.
Phone: my mobile, where I never answer calls from employers
Email: no thanks. Please call my mobile, where I will never answer your call

To stop working for incompetent imbeciles who are where they are because of their parents’ money and/or connections, random, undeserved and/or unfair life chances, and the shitty class system in general.
To stop writing ludicrous CVs to convince you that I can do the job better than you
To go home after eight hours of labour and feel that what I did all day was actually useful
To look at my payslip at the end of each month and think that money was deservedly earned

QUALIFICATIONS

I have an excellent degree from a university in your country, which falls within the top ten university ranking list bullshit. I did this partly because I was told that it would open many doors and would allow me to have a better quality of life. This was a lie. I also did my degree because I loved what I was learning, but this makes no difference to my employment prospects.
I tried to get a better qualification because nowadays everyone’s got a degree -although not everyone has a degree LIKE MINE- so I started a Masters which I had to quit after 4 months because I was being bullied and underpaid by my employer, so those weren’t the best circumstances to get more useless qualifications.
I tried to get another post grad qualification but this didn’t work either, because the only job I could consider to support myself was selling bras, for the minimum wage, 6 days per week, so it was not practical.
So basically, I’ve only got a first class degree.

EMPLOYMENT

(Please note that any gaps in employment are due to the fact that prospective employers like you spent the day thinking whether I was overqualified or underqualified for the job, and then decided not to give me the job, so sometimes it took me a while to find work in the middle of all those unjustified assumptions)

When I was 15 - Babysitter, cleaner and personal slave of a doctor in Spain Main duties included removing pigeons’ poo from the balcony, cleaning up spoiled brats’ dirt, and wiping the baby’s vomit. But I understand that I had no qualifications at the time.

On and off- Handywoman with my father I learnt a lot about plumbing, tiling and building, but I have forgotten it now. I particularly enjoyed destroying walls and chucking all the debris in refuse sacks, while thinking about the doctor I used to work for. Also, I did all this without getting paid.

Later on - Receptionist at a morgue (Spain) I dealt with relatives of people who’d just died, sold them the most expensive funerary package they could afford, and answered calls from the terminally ill patients’ ward. I also ate lunch in the toilets because I wasn’t allowed anywhere else.

At the same time - The same agency gave me a job as trilingual receptionist (Spain) I never had the chance to use more than one language and spent most of the time online and listening to employees say how much they hated the boss. It was boring.

A few months later - Administrator for the cycling federation (Spain) Whoa! I thought this was the job of my life because I love cycling, but the boss’ son harassed me -well not only me- One of my responsibilities was to update the institution’s website, but the information I needed never arrived because of mismanagement skills on my bosses’ side, so it was quite frustrating.

At some point - Sports Journalist (local T.V. and magazines) I really liked this job. But they never paid me, and if my parents had found out that I was doing that kind of job, they’d had killed me. So I quitted.

When I was 17 or 18 - I packed my bags and came to this country. I was a waitress for a 4 star hotel. Main duties included trying not to get eaten by rats in the accommodation provided by the hotel, steal as much food as I could, and serve food and drinks to subjectively superior humans. I also acted as a romantic messenger between the cook and one of the waitresses, and this served to improve my English. I also developed my analytical skills by realising that foreign staff were paid less than the minimum wage. Trying to show some initiative, I reported this to the authorities. And then quitted.

Back in Spain - I wandered around trying to find a decent job I still had no qualifications but hey, I was fluent in English.

Still in Spain - I did not find decent work. I was a door-to-door bookseller for a week, a hospital cleaner for a month, and did the odd office job. During this time my ability to think realistically improved dramatically. I learnt that our taxes don’t go to maintaining hospitals clean and that more skills do not necessarily mean a better job.

Finally - I found a stable job as a Broker’s Assistant and Bilingual Receptionist (Spain) The pay was surprisingly good and at least I got to use some languages I knew. I gained business savvy by realising that you must not request holidays, but rather wait for your boss to tell you when you are allowed to take time off, otherwise you will be bullied until you quit. Main duty was to file uncountable paperwork which always got lost or thrown in the bin by someone else, and then take the blame for it. The rest of the time I efficiently used internet chat rooms, so efficiently that I got a boyfriend.

When I was 19 or 20 - Waitress again and some office work (Spain) Particularly in the waitressing job, I had to develop diplomatic skills and prevent the cook from fighting with his wife, who was the head waitress, in front of customers. My ability to think realistically improved further when I met an Argentinian nurse who was working as a dish washer, and an uneducated middle aged woman who had more money than she could spend because she married a rich guy. The uneducated woman had never worked in her life, yet she tried to give me lessons in what a good worker consists of. This helped me develop sucker skills.

From age 21 to 25 - Waitress in a family restaurant and KFC person (U.K.) I was also bullied at the family restaurant. The owner did not like foreigners and claimed he didn’t understand a word I was saying. It was his wife who had hired me, so trying to prevent a crisis in their marriage, I quitted. At KFC I did a good job working over 50 hours per week and never missing a shift, even when I had legitimate reasons to do so. So I was promoted to team leader. This allowed me to develop supervisory and management skills, so during my shifts I imposed my own rules and scrapped the idiotic company’s rules. People liked me and that helped create a positive working environment. And the company didn’t lose any money either, even though people were treated with dignity! I was accused twice of stealing from the company, which, regardless of the truthfulness of the claim, was not supported by any proof. Later on, the company refused to sack an incompetent who repeatedly compromised health and safety regulations, so there was an accident and I got my face and neck burned with cooking oil. I sued them and got £7000 out of their filthy wallets. HA!

When I was 25 or 26 - Moved to London to pursue the ‘further education chimera’. It took me months to find a job where I was treated derogatorily. When I found it, they didn’t pay me. I was a waitress at a steak house, Starbucks employee, and many other things. I learnt the amazing skill of swallowing your tears and biting your tongue at the same time, something that has proven very useful in my career, but not very good for my psychology. I also trained with a rail company to be a ticket seller. I only trained because they insisted in showing me how to use a keyboard, and because they expected me to start work at 4.30am, in the worst area of Hackney, for less than £12,000 per year. While enduring all this I developed my fine writing skills even further, and wrote a book about the lies we’re told and the problems of meritocracies. I have been asked to publish it, but every time I read it, it makes me wanna kill someone (someone specific I mean).

After all that - Moved back to Spain, where I worked as Assistant Office Manager at a business centre. Please do not be misled by the title. Main duties included selling inexistent facilities to customers, calling the internet provider when big firms were disconnected (so, every day), serving tea and coffee to people who could not do it by themselves despite not being disabled, and generally covering the company’s ass, as and when required. I sprained my ankle and couldn’t work for a couple of months, so they sacked me. This was the best thing that has ever happened to me, as the law forced them to pay me even though I was not working anymore! This helped me improve my trust in the Spanish legal system.

Last year to present - Moved back to the U.K. for the purposes stated in the “Qualifications” section. I was employed as a health support worker in a private eye clinic. You must remember that I now had a degree and considerable work experience! My skills and experience were used to clean floors in the surgical area, cover up for the surgeon’s cock ups, provide the surgeon with tea and coffee on request, and other skilled tasks such as licking stamps and sticking them to envelopes, getting the surgeon’s bag out of the car and carrying it into his room, and going to the bank to pay his cheques in. I learnt a few things about eyes but what was the point, if I wasn’t even allowed to give a tissue to a patient without being told off. I must admit that tongue-biting and tear-swallowing skills came in handy in my daily routine. You can never be good enough at that!

OTHER SKILLS

I’ve got many but you are not interested because I have an accent and because I write this type of stuff.

References can be provided on request; they can be fake or real depending on your worthiness and my mood.

I hope you enjoyed reading through my CV, learnt a few things about the real world, and I hope I never end up working for you.

And now, FUCK OFF.

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(when) Did you stop believing?

by megs in

i stopped believing when my husband left us because my daughter no longer wanted to attend meeting, and he was a elder.

had to seek assistance from the government to buy food and pay bills.

he took all monies with him.

never too late to be myseld

There was a point when I really believed there was a God. I remember being very convinced when I got baptized, and later while still a JW. For example, I would get ready to go out in FS, feeling that I really DIDN'T WANT TO go and face the same music again. Then I would be paired with someone who had a 2 hour long study or similar, so it would end up being an 'easy' day, and I'd think that that was God's 'helping hand'.

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just wanted to say hi after being disconnected for a couple of years...

by never too late to be myseld in

i found this forum a couple of years ago and at the time it was a real eye-opener.

i could never express how good it felt to look at my life as a jw by writing it out here.

i remember ver welcoming and encouraging comments from some members which actually got me in tears...

never too late to be myseld

I found this forum a couple of years ago and at the time it was a real eye-opener. I could never express how good it felt to look at my life as a JW by writing it out here. I remember ver welcoming and encouraging comments from some members which actually got me in tears... I did not stay i touch as at the time I had to go back to my (JWs) parents' house and live there for a year. I thought I'd rather not stir my internal shit while the past was so close by. I think it was a good thing to do, otherwise I could have burnt the house down!! At home nothing had changed. What can you expect from an over-zealous JW and a dissasociated wife sharing the same roof....The year I spent in Spain was productive in many senses, if I try to ignore the moments of anger and pity for my parents and family in general. I did so may things I always wanted to do... I came back to the UK last year with so many plans and good intentions that never worked out! Went through a rough patch at the end of last year because of work-related issues that unfortunately are still not solved but I've got new plans ahead. Next year no one is stopping me from going travelling for at least a year, doing a CELTA course and maybe working teaching English somewhere remote and interesting... I'd also like to know if there are any members around the Wales area. The only people I know here after a year are my partner and my housemate...would be good to meet up sometime with someone I can relate to. That's all for now. I'm glad I'm back to this forum! :-)

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I attended my first 18th birthday party and learnt about another WTS lie.

by jwfacts in

last night i attended my first 18th birthday party.

it was fantastic.

i was one of the few aussies there, mostly the hall was filled with filipinos.

never too late to be myseld

"What about weddings, which are acceptable to JWs? They glorify people who are yet to achieve anything. Talk about twisted Watchtower concepts"

/br>

Twisted concepts indeed.

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Why this forum was important to me....my story (Loooong post!)

by never too late to be myseld in

because it made me think and face what i tried to push back.

i was born in the truth.

somehow i decided i would be a nice little jw and f*ck the rest.

never too late to be myseld

Hi again

You’re also right about forgiveness. I think it’s much better now. Years ago all I had inside was hate. I don’t feel that way anymore. Guess now I’m on the stage of coming to terms with reality.

This is very interesting. The thing is, I tried to detach myself emotionally from what had happened, but it’s somehow coming back now that I feel down also for another reasons –being unemployed etc- I also have to say that I have had little control over my emotions, very little balance. As far as I can remember, my emotions have always been ‘reactionary’. But it’s interesting what you write.

Re my PhD, in Sociology. I actually started a Master last September here in London, but had to drop it after 4 months. For one, it was at the London School of Economics, and the fees were far too high, even though I got part of a scholarship I just couldn’t cover my living expenses. Also, the course was not what I expected. And didn’t fit in with the people there. I think that triggered the depressive feelings I’m in the middle of now. I think my studies were some sort of refuge and when I had to drop it, I felt very useless. Can I use this to make a little ‘propaganda’ about that PhD?? ;-) it’s about the social construction of service work, especially of underpaid service work. The experience of coming to London and being offered only crap jobs affected me too. The treatment in some of those jobs was downright inhumane. And add to that having to survive on minimum wages. I talked to a lot of people in the same situation, and thought it would make a good thesis if I can theorize the feelings and experiences of lots of people who struggle to make a living and to feel respected, not just marked as the ‘dross’. I actually wrote some sort of book about it –more like an autobiography- and one of my teachers asked me to write a journal article based on it. I’m not feeling well enough now but I know writing is therapeutic for me. I’ll post a link to the book in case you want to have a look –I need opinions-

Spain equates paradise??? Damn I lived there for 16 years and never knew that! ;-) it’s ok on a holiday but living there is another story. Especially I you have lived in ‘organised’ countries like the UK. You know how long it takes to get a phone line installed in Spain???? Months. And when they do it, it doesn’t work….this sort of stuff happens at all levels. I never identified with my country, and I guess most people there never identified with me. Independence, and particularly in a woman, is not appreciated at all. It’s more like a defect. Or maybe they’re scared, who knows… But yes, I look at the bright side of it (pun intended because…at least there I’ll get to see the sun!!).

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Why this forum was important to me....my story (Loooong post!)

by never too late to be myseld in

because it made me think and face what i tried to push back.

i was born in the truth.

somehow i decided i would be a nice little jw and f*ck the rest.

never too late to be myseld

Sorry i didnt check the format! just makes it longer to read....

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Why this forum was important to me....my story (Loooong post!)

by never too late to be myseld in

because it made me think and face what i tried to push back.

i was born in the truth.

somehow i decided i would be a nice little jw and f*ck the rest.

never too late to be myseld

Because it made me think and face what i tried to push back. I never thought I’d end up writing about how any childhood memories, particularly if they had to do with JWs. I thought I had ‘successfully’ left the org and that it didn’t affect me once I was out. Well you can never say never.