Inspired by today's rather bizarre turn of events that resulted in me going across to Chester-le-Street for an interview about a job placement. It all comes out of the blue at 2:30pm with the placement officer telling us to move are arses down there.
Bear in mind that we're in Sunderland at the time. Sunderland, in relation to Chester-le-Stret, is far away. Anyway, we get there and promptly get a tad lost. Once we are pointed rightly, we realise that the industrial estate we're looking for is out in cow country. 45 minutes away up a big bank.
We get there, eventually. Seems a canny placement with a fair bit to aim for. However, troucing up a big hill each morning? I'm not so bad because I can get to Chester-le-Street in about 20 minutes but the £15 extra dole money I get is immediately twonked by the fact I'm in Country Durham so it costs extra to get back to where I live.
So, how far would you go?
Bear in mind that we're in Sunderland at the time. Sunderland, in relation to Chester-le-Stret, is far away. Anyway, we get there and promptly get a tad lost. Once we are pointed rightly, we realise that the industrial estate we're looking for is out in cow country. 45 minutes away up a big bank.
We get there, eventually. Seems a canny placement with a fair bit to aim for. However, troucing up a big hill each morning? I'm not so bad because I can get to Chester-le-Street in about 20 minutes but the £15 extra dole money I get is immediately twonked by the fact I'm in Country Durham so it costs extra to get back to where I live.
So, how far would you go?