So I thought I had found this really good job, but after some extensive research, it turned out that though it all looked good at first sight, this was a very clever and well-documented fraud. Which means the jobhunt contines.
Meanwhile, I am missing Sinterklaas and it really gets to me. I mean, my mom has sent me a package (which hasn't arrived yet, but maybe in today's post), but it's still not the same. I am really looking forward to going home, to a warm house filled with family and friends and seeing Brugge in winter (gorgeous).
But for now, I am stuck in foggy Liverpool, trying to find a job and figuring out what the better option is. You see, if I accept a job which earns less than 8 pounds an hour, I will actually receive less money than I would be if I just stayed on benefits. Benefits provide me with about 110 pounds a week, which covers my rent and just enough money to live on. If I accept a part-time job which earns less than 8 pounds an hour, I will in effect earn less than that. And there aren't many full-time jobs I can fit around my schedule. It is rather disturbing. Which is why that job seemed so good, but it's almost certainly a hoax. It is all a little disappointing, one must admit. But I will figure something out, no matter what. It'll probably mean living on a little less and I really am not sure where I am gonna get enough money to pay my tuition fees, but I will just deal with it. After all, the job as a waitress is still open, and though that really doesn't pay enough, I can actually combine it with benefits and then do some extra shifts during the examination period and earn a little extra for those tuition fees. I will figure something out, I am sure. And if I don't, then that is life, and I will simply return to Belgium after a year. The future is this, and I accept it.
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