Work took a backseat to Life after we moved to Wales, Prospective Employer. Girlfriend # 3 and I became Freelancers, thus making a mockery of the basis of the financial agreement we'd made with a bank that had allowed us to move to Wales in the first place...

The end of The University Job was something of A Double-Edged Sword of Damocles—if that makes sense, Prospective Employer?

Girlfriend # 3 got a new Job in The Haven Town in The South of England. I handed My Notice in at The Boutique Agency...

Portillo got me this Job too. I suppose he’d taken the mantle from my mother, in that respect...

Right. So. A couple of months after I started my new part-time Job at The Boutique Agency, I was offered another Part-Time Job...

I moved in with my oldest brother in The Tiny Flat in The Gentrified Periphery of The Great Wen in autumn 2006...

By the time I returned to The UK from The Former Communist Country in July 2005, everything and nothing had changed...

The night before I flew out to The City of a Hundred Spires in The Former Communist Country I went to stay with my oldest brother...

Toward the end of my English degree I’d been having conversations with my mother and Girlfriend # 2...

My time at The University in The City of Crushed Dreams would loom large in my mind for many years after I’d left...

My part-time Halls Catering Job in The City of Crushed Dreams was all that stood between me and Financial Ruin...

My A-level results were a big let-down. Not quite Disastrous or Shameful; but significantly below what I was hoping for...

[ Previous chapter ] [The Corner Shop: Autumn 2000–Summer 2001 (Three evenings per week)] Toward the end of the first year of my...

My mother said I should get a Saturday Job, since The Garden Centre Job had come to nothing, and I’d sacked off my second paper round...

I don’t remember what (if anything) I was predicted to get for my GCSEs.

I should at this juncture mention The Posh School–mandated two weeks I spent in The Photography Shop in The Cathedral City...

Between January 2022 and March 2023 I wrote a sort of memoir entitled "Curriculum Vitæ: a working life story". I had long had the idea...

My mother thought I was old enough by this point to get a regular weekend Job. And I wanted money for two reasons...

I got my first regular Job at the age of 14 because we’d moved from North Wales to The Hog County in the South of England...

I was born in The City of a Thousand Trades, in the West Midlands of England, on St John’s Day 1983...