The Next Chapter

Into the Real World
(there's no place like home, there's no place like home)

I've finished Uni! After seventeen years of education (pre-school counts, so stuff off!), I'm in a situation, where control over my destiny seems more real, because it's not a case of choosing which modules I'll study, or whether or not to go to lectures or to the pub, it's a case of am I going to choose a career, or a job? Am I going to take a year out? I can't afford to really, but then again, do I want to sign on the dole and be an even bigger waster than a student (because students are potential valuable members of society, "doleys" are just lazy wasters who drink too much Oranjeboom...that's the stereotype not my view by the way)? I'm going to have to sign on anyway, otherwise I'm not going to be able to afford things like food, clothes and whiskey (the basics), but this will all be happening in the process of my finding a job.

You tricksy Bastards!
(Yes you, the ones with all the money and sense!)
I have started to think about the education system, the work sector and the harmony between the two. Actually, I have started to think that there is no harmony between them (aren't I original?), due to the fact that during your time at school, you are told that you need a degree in order to gain a "real job" and that without such a qualification, it is nigh impossible to achieve the attainment of such a socially required, yet intangible object. However, upon the completion of my degree, after three years and at least fifteen thousand pounds of debt, I am faced with the fact that having this qualification means naught, as i have not actually worked in an establishment of business for any length of time (I'm not lazy and if I am it's not my fault, it's glandular).
Ultimately, then, I am faced with a dichotomy of opinions, that being the opinion of Alan Buffer (my old head of sixth form. He was called this because his first name is Alan and he is bald, hence the reference to him buffing his head, also a play on words, as he is also a wanker) and the opinion of everybody else. Could he have been lying? Was it all a plan so that he could have people who were subservient to him and therefore make himself feel like a God? Or is Alan Sugar (a well known entrepeneur who requires no explanation, but I enjoy writing small asides to you, because you're my favourite) really the nemesis of Buffer and is therefore fucking everyone over in an attempt to prove that Buffer is a dick? If so, then why is it alway the little people who have to suffer? Couldn't his name be enough proof that he's a dick?

Oh, The Humanity!
(This is really getting quite pathetic, because the more I go on, the more I'm getting annoyed at myself)
I can't help but feel that those pathetic weeks we spent in shitty offices, one in year ten, the other in year twelve, was an attempt by our school to modernize it's view towards academia and applied knowledge, or even it's attempt to give us all a thirst for knowledge and a drive for work by giving us a week to spend in what was actually, when it all came down to it, very boring and unfulfilling jobs. Maybe I have higher expectations than I realised, or maybe I'm not as realistic as I thought. Either way, I'm not entirely happy with the outcome.
I half think that there should be some sort of universalised standard by which these things should be measured, like some sort of official balance struck between employers and educators in regards to their expectations of each other. I know that this can easily been seen as me being lazy, but fuck it. On the other hand, if there was such a balance struck, then that would just lead to more beurocracy and legislature which in turn would result in fewer civil liberties, such as some sort of compulsory quota of employment or work experience to be fulfilled by a certain age and would therefore undermine civil liberties in exchange for less hazy standards. If I was in charge, the world would be a much more definate place, because I would understand it (it doesn't matter if anyone else doesn't, this is my blog!) and then everybody would be happy, because I would prescribe everyone with a dose of happy tablets and the country would be in a terrible state because nobody would have any actual experience of the work they were doing, they would just be snooty University graduates who have a store of theoretical knowledge. Thank God! I've managed to convince myself that the wiorld is better as it is! (I haven't really, I'm quite pessimistic at times, but it certainly is more practical to have experience in the are of employment that you seek, it's just that I'm very frustrated at my lack of the afore mentioned quality)