Second year has drowned me in work, but my new move into town has caused me to realise that every spare cash I have has been spent on my many coffee dates and kebab dinners. I finally came to face my credit card bill only to realise that, oh dear, not only did credit crunch hit the world – I had credit crunched myself. So children, learn from your elders: never give a credit card to a university student.
Part-time jobs has been difficult to find since the moment it pops out, everyone manhandles every job opportunity available thus leaving me to struggle in university skint-ness. To be fair, no one really wants a tiny Asian girl as a bouncer (though I would definitely kick ass) or an experienced secretary to sell veggies at the grocers.
While buying an unhealthy chips and cheese dinner, I decided to as my friend Sean, who owned the local take-out store, if there were any jobs. Thus, the start of kebab-girl.
