The Hard Times of the Working Man

Jobs, important things? Employment, necessary? If you want to get anywhere in life, of course. Unless you're Paris Hilton or some fucker like that. If you didn't realise that having a job was even mildly compulsory for the average Joe, you've just failed life, and you should exit through the door with the "can't cope" sign stuck with on blue-tac.

I've a little job in Swords & District Credit Union. For now, I'm in the Swords Manor office. It's so desperately handy. All I have to do is walk for about eight minute through the Jacko and I'm at work. Usually I don't like crossing the bridge just behind the playground but, it's just so easy. I can get up at nine and can be in for half-nine no bother. If I'm ever put in the North Street office, it won't be quite as simple. The walk is longer but I'd go down Jacko also. It would remind me too much of going to school!

So, I'm now in employment. Unfortunately I don't know whether I call it full or part time. I'll be working nine to five for the next two weeks. in basic terms this means that I'll have a nice amount of dosh. After the next two weeks, I won't be in everyday. I'll have to look at the roster of who's in and seee when I get a day off.

I've only been in three days so far. I know very little about the workings of the place. I also know very little about the operating system on the computers. I have been doing the same task for the three days, and I will be doing the same thing for the next two weeks too. Woop-di-doo! I'll probably be dreaming of account numbers or addresses in Swords by Wednesday.

That's one thing that I have to do when I'm looking at the accounts to be reviewed; check if the addresses are right. It just showed me how big Swords actually is, and how much of it I don't know. There's housing estates I've never been in, and there are housing estates that I didn't know existed let alone knowing the name. But, now I know some of the names. Don't ask me where they are, I'll look at you funny.

At some stage, and I'll a little weary of it, I'll be put on the counter. Yes, dealing with people, and people's accounts and their saving etc. - gulp.

Me
"Hi, good morning."

Member (placing book and money on the counter)
"Howaya, I'd like €40 taken from my saving account and put into my son's account. Then can you put €25 off the loan and the rest there from the interest too there please."

Me (sweating now)
"Eh, sure, no problem. Em, what date is it?"

Members I would imagine can and will be a bit impatient with the new trainee. I suppose I wouldn't blame them if they do. "What's this little stupid fucker doin' on the cash for if he doesn't know wha' he's doin'?" Oh well, I'll give it a go. It's all about the money in the end. I'll have money to buy stuff and go places. I bought Pearl Jam's newest album, named Pearl Jam, there on Thursday. Ooops, I still owe Finn the €13.99. Ah, he'll get it. I'll probably buy few cds with wages. Maybe something mad someday, like a ant farm. Or some high-tech gizmo gadget that'd make me look cool. Ooooh, idea! Laptop? Hmmm, keep that in mind.

Anyway, if you want to my Credit Union, fair play to you. Look for me, I'll have one of those slightly bad (naff) purple shirts. I'll have my name tag on if you don't recognise me behind the computer! Talk to yez.