Part-time jobs – my experience.


© Copyright Carl Farnell and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence.

Part of being a student is being poor, yet still finding the money to go out and get too drunk to care whether you can eat for the next week or not. One of the perks of being a university student that lives at home is being able to keep my job, and save my maintenance grant. – One of the shortfalls of this however is the fact that my ‘room mates’ are my parents.
Like 57% of the nation’s students (accurate as of 2013) I’m employed. I work at my local Tesco, on the checkouts the job is very mundane, however unlike the burger flippers of MacDonalds, or Subway’s ‘sandwich artists’ the pay is good (£7.28 per hour) and there are perks of the mindless scanning of bar-codes, one of which is my 10% percent discount, which is vital when it comes to the social occasion of  ‘pre-drinking’.  Working for Tesco isn’t much fun though, as previously mentioned the job is very mundane and due to their fierce competitors Tesco are very professional, about everything. The customer comes first, even when they’re wrong or being a prat.

I only work seven-and-a-half hours a week (two 3 hour forty-five minute shifts) but these can be the longest hours of any week. My shifts are on a Friday night, and a Sunday afternoon. The Friday night shift can be awfully painful, when my friends are out getting drunk I’m scanning someone’s cabbage, I finish at 10 pm though, which means I’m able to go out after and try my best to catch up with my already intoxicated friends. My Sunday shift is sometimes also a struggle, as it’s likely that I’m hungover or even worse I’m still a bit drunk from the night before. I often feel as though I’m undervalued by Tesco, due to me being younger it feels as though my opinion isn’t as highly valued as my more experienced colleagues. This doesn’t really get to me though, because unlike a lot of people who work for the company I don’t intend working behind a checkout for too long; although saying that in the current economic climate a job’s a job. I often think, when I’m sat there bored out of my mind, that there’s a fair chance I’ll end up with a job I hate, so I may as well get used to it.



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