A day job that fits around my personal life.

So, it’s been a full 28 days since I left my last day job as a multi-drop delivery driver. It’s been a great 4 weeks, being able to get my sanity back, not stressing out about making urgent deliveries etc.

But from a job finding point of view, not so much.

From a personal view, I’ve loved not getting up to work for someone else. I have been working, but not really.

Ha!

I’ve been working in the sense that I’ve managed to sell a big chunk of the remaining clothing stocks that we had left from our business venture that we closed early this year.

It’s all been sold on eBay and I’ve no way near made enough to cover all of the original cost, but it’s been money that has been needed now.

What it has done is made me realise how much I enjoy working from home and for myself more importantly.

At my last day job I was technically self employed, but I couldn’t take a day off without long term notice or a financial penalty, which basically meant I wasn’t self employed.

If I was truly self-employed, then sure I can understand not earning any money if I had a day off, but I wouldn’t been penalised any more financially after that.

Anyway. I’ve realised I want to work from home but I need find a day job to pay the bills in the meantime. So I’ve got to suck it up and get a day job and then find something that I can work from home on.

I’ve looked at freelancing in customer service roles and they appeal to me, working for an online company answering their emails, helping their customers with orders etc. But I’ve got no recent experience and all of the work I’ve applied for has been unsuccessful, mainly I think due to not having any recent experience.

Anyway, that’s something to work on.

Right now I’ve not been able to find a new day job yet. Despite sending a couple of dozen applications during the last month, in fact I’m one short of sending one every day. And only two have got back to me.

Unfortunately both were not high enough pay, which is funny because I don’t have any pay coming in right now, but if I took them I wouldn’t be able to pay the bills, so I turned them down.

It would have saved time if they had advertised the pay with the job advertisement, but hey ho.

Anyway, I’ve got a meeting with a recruitment agency tomorrow, for a role in my local town, that pays well, but one that the hours are a pain. It’s a 4am start.

It’s later than my previous early start job, that being 1-2am. But 4am still means getting up at 3:15am, which in turn means being in bed before 9pm. And even then I’d be pushing to get 6hrs of sleep, which I know I need every night.

Generally, I can get away with less than 6hrs sleep for a few nights, but not week in week out.

I’ve tried in the past to adjust my personal life around this type of job and although I did it for 18 months, it changed my personal lifestyle to an extent I wasn’t happy with and so I left in the end.

So I feel that longterm this new role wouldn’t be something I’d stick with, but I have to bite the bullet and just go with it for now. I need a monthly income and this is the only job that I’ve been offered that pays my bills.

I’m still looking for other work and will continue to so do if/when I start this new job.

I might be able to agree a later start time and finish, who knows. A 5am start would be workable for a while. Get used to the job and see how I feel.

We’ll see.

Anyway. My fitness or should I say my weightlifting has been going better this last month than at any point this year. Having the free time during the day has meant I’ve done either a bodyweight workout at the minimum or a decent amount of weightlifting several times a week every week, which has been great.

I’ve managed to put on a couple of lb’s in the last 4 weeks, which is without a doubt due to not being as active, but I’ve also been pushing myself to eat properly again.

So that along with the weightlifting has enabled me to put on a little weight again. And I’m pretty sure it’s good weight as my stomach hasn’t got any bigger haha!

Until next time…

WeeMike

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The time is always now.

So I’ve finally done it, I’ve left my delivery driver job working for supposedly the best courier company in the UK.

As is normally the case with me, I do things spontaneously, out of the blue. Although this wasn’t that much of a surprise, I’d decided to leave, but just hadn’t set a date.

Things had gone from bad to worse in the last few weeks for me. Yes my working hours were less and my take home pay the same or even slightly more than when I was self-employed working for this company, but the day in day out bull shit just got worse and worse.

Most of the people in the company were fine to work with but the actual job itself was becoming intolerable for me and I just had enough yesterday and when I got back to the depo, bang, decided that was enough and said: “I quit”.

I said goodbye to a few people and that was me done.

Had a few drinks of rum last night to ease my mind and awoke this morning feeling a massive sense of relief.

And that is the perfect sign that it was time for me to leave, I needed to get out now not at some point in the near future by handing in a months notice. I needed to get out now.

I’m taking a few days off to relax, get my head back in the right place, sort out my cv on some online job sites, then I’ll go hit the pavement as it were and look for another job next week.

I think it’s time for a long session of video gaming, escape from reality me thinks!

Until next time…

WeeMike

If I’d known losing weight was this easy, I’d have done it sooner.

So I took my measurements yesterday morning for this first time in over 7 months.

On Jan 6th this year I took these measurements:

Weight: 75kg

Waist: 36 inches

Chest: 41 inches

On 11th Aug this year I took these measurements:

Weight: 66kg

Waist: 32 inches

Chest: 39.5 inches

Holy. Shit.

9kg scale weight lost and 4 inches around my waist. I really wasn’t expecting that much of a drop, I’d sneakly hoped I’d have shrunk my waist that much, but wasn’t really expecting it.

I only have proper fitness stats going back to 2011 and then my waist was 33 inches and my scale weight was 64kg, my chest was a measly 37 inches lol.

So working my nuts off for 12 hrs a day 5-6 days a week and not eating regularly is the way for me to lose body fat.

Bosh.

It’s funny really because I’ve never been a fan of food as such, but I do like to eat. I’ve never conciously not eaten because I wanted to lost body fat, but one thing I have noticed whilst working so hard delivery driving, is that my hunger disappears the harder I work.

I remember only a few weeks ago, I had my normal coffee upon waking and then my breakfast raw milk shake, with a banana and a scoop of whey protein in and that was it until I got back home at 7pm.

I realised that I was so busy delivering parcels that day, like stupidly busy that I didn’t think about eating because I hadn’t got hungry. Normally at some point hunger of some level kicks in during the day and I grab my lunch and eat it.

But that day I distinctly remember not feeling hungry and just drinking a few bottles of water.

Funnily enough when I got home and realised I hadn’t eaten my lunch I started to get hungry and then whilst cooking my dinner I felt proper starving and ate some of my lunch after my dinner lol.

Over the last 7 months I haven’t deliberately not eaten so that I lost body fat, my hunger levels just seemed to have dropped since being so busy delivery driving.

I’ve obviously known that this would happen as the weeks went by, but thought to myself it wouldn’t be this drastic.

Alas, here I am, having lost all the body fat I wanted to at the beginning of the year, and then some.

I don’t doubt that some of my lack of hunger has been due to stress as the job is pretty stressful at times, but I feel that I’ve got used to the stress levels now and don’t feel that it’s getting me down like it did at the beginning. Perhaps my brain and body have both become stronger from it and I’m now confident that I can deal with everything the job throws at me and consequently get less stressed from it.

As I mentioned in my last post, I did some deadlifting this week and really enjoyed it, so next week my aim is to do 2 or 3 lifting sessions of some kind and gradually build up to 3 or 4 every week again.

I don’t intend on shoving food down my neck for the sake of it, I’ll just increase my food intake as and when I get hungry.

I don’t actually like eating that much during the day whilst being so busy delivering parcels and prefer to have bigger dinners in the evenings.

I really like the full stomach feeling last thing at night. Although not really last thing at night as I can’t sleep on a full stomach, but within a few hours and I’m good.

I just need to make sure that if I eat more for dinner that it’s good food and not my normal dinners and then some junk thrown in for the extra calories. That’s how I got a 36 inch waist and I’m not having that again!

Anyway. It’s the weekend and what better way to celebrate losing so much body fat? Drink rum and play computer games.

Bang on!

Until next time…

WeeMike

Weightlifting after a day of lifting and carrying hundreds of boxes.

One thing I didn’t think about or plan for when starting this delivery driver job 6 months ago?

How fucked I’d be by the end of each working day.

Lifting, moving and walking with 250-400+ boxes varying in weight from 1kg to 40kg throughout the day really takes its toll on you in ways you can’t imagine.

Each day starts pretty manic. You get in to work, lift, move and carry loads of boxes loading them on to your van.

Then you go off and deliver them throughout the day, again lifting and carrying them.

Then you get to the end of the day, often 10hrs later and you have to do a load of collections, again, carrying and moving loads of boxes.

Finally you arrive back at your depot and you have to unload all of your collections put of your van.

Holy shit I’ve been smacked some nights.

And the thought of weightlifting in the evenings has completely left my mind.

I’ve not done a proper weightlifting session for many months and the obvious signs are there.

My strength has dropped no doubt, but by how much I don’t know exactly.

I’ve just done 3 sets of 5 rep deadlifts at 80kg, 90kg and 100kg.

The 100kg was pretty taxing and I’ll pay for tomorrow no doubt.

I know I’ve lost weight as my waist is a lot slimmer than it was months ago, but I don’t know my exact weight or measurements any more.

I think I’m probably down to around 67-68kg or less and I reckon my waist must be below 32 inches or there abouts now.

I’m going to have a weigh in and measure tomorrow morning and see where I’m at properly.

Not that I want to know the details any more, I’m really not bothered by measurements and stats, I just like to time lift when it suits me (obviously not a lot lately lol) and eat healthy enough to live the life I want to, stats don’t make a difference to any of that.

But still, I am a little inquisitive to know what I weigh and what measurement my waist is lol.

Until next time…

WeeMike

You always have a choice, choose to be happy.

So nearly 2 weeks later and I’m still with the courier company I’ve come to dislike. I won’t use hate because I don’t hate them, but I very much dislike some of their rules and regulations.

And that’s been the main reason I’ve left my other jobs at big companies, I dislike their rules and can’t continue working under them.

Other people seem to accept these rules and from my point of view come across as uphappy in their job, but still continue on.

Not me. I’ve always moved on.

I don’t work anywhere that makes me unhappy for longer than I need to.

Sure I can put up with certain things that others do too, but I won’t allow a company to make me unhappy day after day, week after week.

I see others come into work in the morning and they are already dreading what the day holds for them. You can see it in their eyes, in their general demeanour.

But why?

I can understand not wanting to leave company if you’ve made friends with some of the other employee’s, but for me that isn’t enough to continually be unhappy with my work role.

Hey ho, people are strange.

Funny thing happened on my last day 2 weeks ago. I was offered a role in a 7.5 ton vehicle.

I was informed that the company was doing me a favour by offering me the role, pahahahahaha!

I didn’t laugh in the face of the person that informed me of this, but inside I was in fits of laughter.

Yeah right, doing me a favour!

Anyway, I mulled over the idea in my head over the weekend and then went back in on the Monday and accepted the position.

I made it known that if within a month I wasn’t happy, that I would hand my notice in again and was told that as long as it was a months notice, then that would be fine.

Sweet, works for me.

The stupid thing is, that due to the hours I was previously working, I’m now earning only slightly less than before, but doing between 15-20 hours less a week.

It’s a no brainer from my point of view.

Sure it papers over the cracks of most of the reasons why I wanted to leave, those being the companies rules and regulations that I dislike.

But I’m willing to put up with them temporarily.

I need to resolve a couple of monetary issues from my previous role with the company and once that’s done, I’ll be handing in my notice again.

For the people involved to make out that the company was doing me a favour by offering me this position, is frankly hilarious.

I had enough potential jobs to move on to and am confident I will find something else when the times comes again shortly to find something else.

But this offer made sense temporarily for me. I get to resolve a couple of issues whilst still working for them, making it easier to do so, hopefully.

I also get to stay working within a 5 minute drive or 20 minute bike ride from my home.

And finally I know the job inside out now, so another couple of months maximum won’t hurt.

I am happy to ignore the rules and regulations that I dislike so much, I can ignore the look in some people’s eyes that I see every morning that says I don’t want to be here.

It’s only for a few months, it will fly by. It’s already been a day short of 2 weeks.

In the mean time, I need to work out within myself what I really want to do for the long term.

I don’t want to flitter between jobs for the next few years, trying to find one I enjoy working for.

I’m torn between taking a pretty big wage drop to go back to working outdoors again, maybe in farming, or perhaps in landscaping/gardening.

But then part of me is beginning to really enjoy driving and the extra money it brings.

It’s a tough choice and one I’m thankful for having. But then that’s what has always kept me happy.

Knowing that I have choices.

Only I can decide on the direction of my life job wise and only I am responsible for my happyness job wise too.

And both of these come down to the choices I make.

It’s tough at times for sure. But I enjoy making tough choices, I even get happy making tough choices sometimes, especially when others won’t or don’t.

I think because I’ve changed jobs quite a lot, it doesn’t scare me changing jobs anymore.

Sure I find it a ball ache to go through the interview process, but it is what it is.

I don’t mind some temporary uncomfortableness if it means I’ll be happy again in a short timeframe.

Maybe I’m selfish like that. Only doing things that make me happy in the long run.

Meh, I don’t care, I enjoy being happy! (^_^)

Until next time…

WeeMike

2017 seems to be the year of changes.

Well, life is never boring for me that’s for sure. Around a month or so ago, things couldn’t have been better at my new job.

I’d gotten to know my route well, I was delivering more and more parcels and earning very good money I thought.

But then I sat down and actually worked out the hours I’d been working and the hourly wage wasn’t as good as I thought.

Then I got told that I’d have to work every other weekend, which wasn’t part of what I agreed to when I signed up to this new job.

I had no choice either. Work the days required or I could go.

Those exact words weren’t said, but they were implied.

Alas, here we are a few weeks later and I’m now leaving this new job.

What the actual fuck.

It seems working for the best courier company in the country comes with it’s downside. One of them being it wants it’s delivery drivers to work until their dead.

That might seem a bit drastic, but that’s how every driver I’ve spoken to recently feels like.

I’m aware that if you want to earn very good money in delivery driving, you have to put the hours in, but with 55hr+ 5 day weeks, every week, plus a 65hr+ week every other week now part of the equasion, they can fuck right off if they think I’m doing that.

I don’t want money that badly.

Sure I have debt to pay off, but I’m not willing to give my working life to a company that doesn’t appreciate it’s drivers.

Working for the best courier company in the country should have it’s perks. But that very same courier company doesn’t seem to want to make life easier for it’s drivers.

Having the same issues occur day in day out and still expecting the drivers to put in 11hr days every single day is just plain madness.

But wait, the pay is very good, so you’ll do what we tell you.

And there is me thinking I was self employed and could do what I wanted.

Pah, what a niave little boy you were WeeMan.

Anyway, no point in mulling on things.

I’m apparently self employed and so I am leaving on short notice, they can fuck off.

It’ll cause problems for the small depot and some of the people who work there. I’m sorry for those people. They don’t deserve the extra work load, but tough, that’s what comes from working for the best courier company in the country apparently.

I’ve had enough of high volume multi-drop work and I’ve only been doing it for 4 months or so.

It’s time to take a step back, get a normal 45hr max working week job that only wants me to work the ocassional weekend, once a month maybe with the ocassional bank holiday thrown in.

It’ll be less money for sure, but then I’ll have the free time and energy to enjoy lifes simple things.

It’s seen me right until now, it’ll see me right once again.

Until next time…

WeeMike

Turning 40. Is it a defining moment?

So yesterday I finally turned 40.

Not that I’ve been waiting to turn 40. You know,  just sat at home in a chair watching the world go by and now I’m 40 I can finally be free to go out into the world.

But that’s what it had felt like with many peoples responses to me turning 40.

This past week everyone that knew I was turning 40 wanted to know what I was doing to celebrate, was I doing something extra special, because you know 40 is a big thing.

Is it?

I didn’t think it was. And still don’t, but others seem to think the opposite.

I get excited and happy about things. But celebrating my birth and the 40th anniversary of it. Not so much.

I get excited about the end of each year. What I’ve experienced, learnt etc. And I enjoy looking back on the year and then forward to the next.

But getting excited about the anniversary of my birth. Again, not so much.

Sure I enjoy receiving gifts. As anyone might.

Sure I enjoy eating special birthday foods. As anyone might.

And sure, I enjoy receiving attention from people. As anyone might.

But I don’t feel like it’s that much of a special day.

Especially reaching a certain age.

It feels the same as any other age.

Even reading about other people’s experiences of reaching 40. I still don’t feel any different about it.

Age is just a number.

Cliche I know.

But there is more to it.

For me, anyway.

I’ve never been a trend setter.

I’ve never been first to the party.

I’ve always let others go first.

But as I’ve gotten older. I’ve started to catch up.

Perhaps turning 40 will mean I will be a trend setter. Perhaps I will be first to the party.

Perhaps I will go first for once.

…..

Unlikely.

I’ve always done things differently to others.

I watch. I read. I listen. I learn.

I assimilate what makes others happy and I do my own thing, my own way that makes me happy.

Watching others. Reading about others. Listening to others. Learning from others.

I won’t lie, it has been lonely at times.

But that’s because I’ve wanted it to be.

I don’t do large crowds. I don’t do large circles of people I don’t really know.

I do small intimate circles of people who I allow into my world.

I allow them to share their world with me.

Some people don’t understand that, some people don’t accept that.

Others do and we share each other’s worlds.

It might only be a fleeting moment in each of our lifetimes.

It might be every day of our lifetimes.

It might start unexpectedly and end even more so.

It might start meaningfully and also end so.

Turning 40 has made me accept the interludes of loneliness.

Turning 40 has made me realise that the loneliness has allowed me to learn who I really am.

For a long time I was scared of the loneliness.

I allowed it to consume me for long periods of my life.

But without knowing it, I was still watching. Still reading. Still listening and as it turns out, still learning.

Perhaps I’m not so different after all.

Perhaps I’m talking shit.

Either way.

Turning 40 is just a number.

But it is a number that has allowed me to become who I am today.

Turning 40 isn’t defining. But my life until 40 has been defining.

I wonder what the next 40 will bring.

Until next time…

WeeMike