My first two weeks in Employment: interesting to say the least. Writing a column alongside this is challenging, and I’m not talking about the 11 hour days. Not entertaining the concept of writing about life inside the office can result in little inspiration; a frustrating but sensible choice. The night before I started my career involved numerous types of preparation, and the comeback-column. Sleep-deprivation encouraged a whole new level of clumsy-social-media-use. Not least, Tinder.
15th August 2014
“He may look like he wants a secretary, but most of the time they’re looking for something between a mother and a waitress.”- Mad Men
I don’t know which was more uncomfortable. Introducing my mother to the Inbetweeners movie or walking into my first day in an office of around 30 men, and one woman. My first week involved a small amount of homework in order to make any progress, and by day 2 I was too exhausted to care about the 943053rd stupid thing I’d said. Clearly, there is only a certain amount of guidance a degree can give you. For my first real job in an office, I was doing okay. In terms of turning the computer on. Dress-down Friday (and the subsequent office drinks) could not have been more needed. Day 3 started with torrential rain but resulted in 2 targets hit and 1 Tinder date…
Tinder. A few swipes in the right direction could change your life. Right? The debate is still going strong; “My sister’s friend’s dog’s cousin met her fiancé on Tinder, actually.” As trying to persuade my friends to move to Essex failed, my new attempt at improving my social life was a trial Tinder period. At 22, this didn’t seem like much of a deal. Having been happily single for a while, what was the worst that could happen? Apparently Tinder is simply a new forum to initiate different exchanges of conversation, such as an assumption from one American guy that “all British girls” are one way or another. Having heard horror stories from some of my friends of certain requests and announcements (one guy was in prison), I was apprehensive. Aside of the American guy, I have found that conversations seem to go no further than small talk followed by intense flattery, sometimes followed up with a request (usually a date). This skips the whole “getting to know each other” part; is this point? If so, Tinder is classed as a casual hook-up forum (as the guys at work had warned me). In other cases, Tinder has led to dates, and even relationships. I know this only through friends, as out of the 3 dates I’ve been asked on, 0 have materialized. I learnt that you can “un-match” somebody, as mid-American-guy-rant, a flame flashed on my screen and I never had to read his words again. The concept of a “bio” is interesting; one guy expressed his love for his wife and kids… On a positive note, Tinder has re-introduced the old-fashioned style of dating (if used for this), and re-branded effort as a positive. My verdict? Talking to a guy that rivals Tarzan can never be bad.
Following the chaos of beginning my career, I found myself reading an article entitled “7 reasons the world isn’t as bad as it seems right now.” On a serious note, it calmed much of my political angst discussed in last week’s column. The Centenary of the First World War arrived, but all this made me debate was how far we’d come. We are still fighting each other. Although it’s never too late to see the light, the advance of violence across Syria and Iraq and the renewed trade of threats between Israel and Hamas demonstrated racism and religious identity winning. These occurrences made my problems seem menial. I managed to convince myself I was going blind following an accidental incident involving mosquito spray and my eye. NHS 111 suggested A&E, which only served to increase my blood pressure whilst I experienced a litre of water dripped into my eye. Not recommended. Discovering Mad Men (or Don Draper, to be exact) was much better for my eye.