These days, many get the impression that young people are messy, idle sloths always out clubbing.
Just the other day I was walking by the top of The Moor in Sheffield and heard two OAPs talking about how “young ’uns are too bleedin’ lazy these days!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, because as much as I hate to admit it, sometimes, yes, this is the case.
It was the case for me in my first year at university last year – cruising through without realising how lazy or skint I was. I had a shop job, working four hours a week, but it didn’t bring in enough for the big travel plans I had for this summer.
Then it hit me.
How long can I carry on like this? Did I really want to finish my degree and lingerround the job centre all day?
So I got my act together. Or rather, my five acts.
When I went back to university that autumn, I got a new job, and also got a job in a nightclub. One useful thing about bar work is that it doesn’t just pay money; it stops you from being out there spending it. Easy.
The next obstacle was that If I really wanted to be a journalist, I had to find a work placement to put me out there. And a great one came along – writing for a small community newspaper, so I took that.
But, then another opportunity presented itself – writing for an online Yorkshire newspaper. So I went for that one too.
And when I heard The Star was looking for contributors, I couldn’t resist that either.
So here I am; two jobs, three placements and somehow, I still have time for a life.
Is there something wrong with me? Probably.
“You’re doing too much.”
The wordshaunted me but were the only thing actually stressing me out.
The best way to deal with a hectic life is to keep smiling. It’s worked for me – especially when my jobs paid for me to travel Asia this summer.
Sometimes I feel greedy because there are many out job-hunting, and I seem to be hoarding them. But then I remember it’s a competitive world out there. What I’m trying to say is that we young ’uns aren’t so bad. Or at least each to their own.