Some people believe in fate. Some people believe in free will. I strongly am starting to believe that free will and fate are tied together. Kind of like, if you think to yourself that you can do WHATEVER you feel like, you have total freedom and whatever decisions you do make, it is fate that you would make those decisions.
In simpler terms, if you were on a path and the path separated into 3 and you could either go left, right, or straight ahead the decision would be yours to make. You could choose whichever way you wanted to go. In that moment in time the choice is yours. It is your own free will choosing which way to go but it can be argued that even though that is the case, it is fate you will go whichever way you do choose. That is what you were meant to do, even though you made the choice....
The rest of this post I will continue on my main blog:-
www.muksblogaboutstuff.blogspot.com
But I wanted to start this post with it.
I am back from Hull. It lasted 5 weeks. I was thinking how I could start a new life. I could save up money as I was supposedly going to get a 40 hour contract at the hotel I started work at. It was at and free accommodation and free food. That lasted 27 days and on the 28th day, the stinky disgusting fresh off the boat Mrs Singh (who not only gives Indians a bad name, but gives the whole human race a bad name), the owner of the 2 star hotel, after weeks of asking for my contract finally decided to give me one asking me to "just sign here". I thought it was a bit strange "shouldn't I read it first?"
"Just sign it." Naturally I refused and thought it was a bit strange how for ages I kept asking for a contract, I all of a sudden received one that this bitch clearly didn't want me to read. I ended up taking it off her and going to my room. After reading it, it said '16 hours and has to find accommodation'.
What the hell?
So I went back downstairs to ask what the hell was going on as the agreement BEFORE I came from Manchester was that I do 40 hours, have free food and accommodation and in return, make the hotel an AMAZING place for guests to say as it's a pretty shit hotel. Mrs Singh, who I want to add, hadn't changed her clothes for nearly 4 weeks and absolutely STANK said that this would be the new contract. She had taken other members of staff who apparently the government paid her £2225 for employing. The bitch thought that is what she would be getting off for employing me. I challenged her on this and she actually said with her kids in the next room "money is the most important thing in the world". On my first day she actually asked if she would be receiving money from the government and she also asked me to carry on claiming jobseekers allowance and she would pay the difference in the hours I worked. I told her this was fraud and illegal. I probably should have come back to Manchester then. Anyway, after a lot of hard work, after a lot of hints of telling the bitch that she STANK, after numerous times of telling her not to pick her nose, her teeth and her feet and then handle food and ice, I was told that if I didn't sign the contract, I would have to leave. My cheque which wasn't anywhere near the right amount that I was owed wasn't due to clear for another 3 days and I had no money so I couldn't even get a train back to Manchester or stay at another hotel.
The day before I tries to get advice from citizens advice and also some employment law thing-both being no help whatsoever and also after the bitch tried giving me a piece of paper which said "I have refused to sign the contract" and telling me to sign it and then tried writing another contract which said "if I don't sign the first contract within 2 days then I have to leave the building".
I refused to sign anything which just pissed her off and it was actually my day off so I went to my room again. The bitch then sent the receptionist up to my room on 3 separate occasions trying to get me to sign things. Then while I was asleep, I receive a phone call from the receptionist with "Mrs Singh is wondering if you could do the night shift as nobody is available to do it as (the person) has rang in sick."
I said "Fuck that, she has JUST told me I will be doing only 16 hours and already wants me to do overtime which she didn't pay any of last time?? FUCK THAT".
So the next day after a long argument when she kept trying to get me to sign things, I left, just before calling her a smelly bitch and informing her that she needed a bath in front of a good few amused guests. She already has 2 lawsuits against her. The hotel is in an awful state. She knows NOTHING about how to run a hotel. She cannot speak English properly and she absolutely FUCKING STINKS. She will get what's coming to her-and hopefully some soap and water too.
I had already made quite a few friends there so it was a shame to have to leave-as well as me really liking Hull. It is so nice! Luckily, one of the lovely receptionist let me stay at hers for a few days. And now I am back in Manchester.
The thing is, I was wondering for ages before I left Manchester if I was SUPPOSED to leave. As stated a lot of times before, I feel like life isn't going anywhere and maybe a move away was what I needed to maybe it would-it HAD to work out. If nothing was happening here, then things will happen elsewhere! But they didn't and I am just wondering what to do now.
