I cannot tell you just how much I detest having to take orders from a boy that still lives at home with his parents and has not even reached adulthood yet. He's 17, and it pisses me right off, having to do whatever he says. The boy is bone idle, does shoddy work and is the slowest member of the team, yet he is my "superior". Take for example, something small. As a matter of course we are supposed to divide the tinfoil at work so that single portions are placed on the right amount. He just takes the whole sheet, thus using twice the amount he should do. He works with only one hand the entire time (not just making food, but uses a brush with one hand!). This is certainly Britain in the Dark Ages.
Reading a book on Chinese history at the moment, I find it interesting that in their culture scholars are held in high esteem. Not so here. Scholars are scum, the lowest of the low, beggars, slaves, paupers. Didier warned me before I went to university, he said, "Maxwell, if you become a scholar you will be extremely marginalised." He was absolutely right. Olly the old-time fiddle player too said to me, "You'll get your degree, and you'll still be washing up." I refused to believe him, having faith in the British Establishment. Alas, no, Olly was right.
To be honest, I am thinking of contacting Chairlady Mao and offering to work for her full time in China, where I can live quite comfortably. If scholars are in demand there, then that is where I should be, not wasting my life here in this cold, heartless and unfruitful country.
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