So yesterday marked another transition in the great and often eventful journey that I shall call Peters Employment History, I think I am up to 83 now, give or take a couple, I did make a list a while ago now, but cannot be arsed with anymore. Like many an old film or repeat TV series it has a hole worn in the proverbial and is barely worth carrying on. Living in the past or at least dwelling on it is all good and fine for a little while but does no good if you are looking to and driving forwards in life, it is in fact a bit like being in charge of a motor vehicle and like not paying attention to what is going on around you whilst driving, can prove to be highly dangerous and costly. In the meantime I am going to be pursuing my own affairs, putting stuff in order and starting this New Year with the correct footwear on to get things done and working. I shall also be developing and working upon my website and doing some art promotion. I Think it is too late to do Art Weeks this year, it has alluded me for several years now, so hopefully I manage to get my shit in order for next year and other forthcoming events this year.
My printer has decided to stop working, I think it dislikes the non OEM cartridges I am feeding it, the issue is always with the cyan cartridge, this printer does not like blue for some reason, even when I am printing in black and white. can you believe a printer is so stubborn and crap that it will refuse to print a B&W document or image due to a stoppage in an unrelated area? I have had this machine for almost 10 years now and am giving it one last go with an OEM cartridge and if it denies me the pleasure of making my work space shake and rattle once more then it is going to a new home. I imagine there is a Birkenau ii type place for unruly printers, where they are dismantled and otherwise destroyed and made into something new. I have included a link for anyone who does not know what Birkenau was and trust me there are plenty of them, my former workplace had at least three of them. All they knew about was LGBTQIA+ and other trendy stuff that permeates charitable housing projects staffed by the often idealistic and naive. I would like to mention I have no gripe towards the people I used to work for, actually I did not work for them I just happened to work in their premises. A place that is fit for demolition and where the drains back up into each other, flush the lavvie in room 217 and a phantom turd appears in room 220, you get the general picture.
Sometimes I think this country could do with tidying up and I am not talking about the litter on the streets and people who throw or dump their crap by the side of the road, though that needs addressing as well. The current system is well easy to take the piss out of, claimants receive the rent as opposed to the landlord, that tells you a lot about things. Any benefit you do receive can be spent on almost anything including drugs and alcohol and other non essentials. J tells me in the US or at least NY state you get a payment card that is restricted on what you can purchase and from where, no alcohol, luxury goods and the rest. It is hard core and prevents misuse, in my opinion it is a brilliant idea. I would like to see addicts being given a choice rehab or prison and forcible rehabilitation. Re-education and making things the more unpleasant for non conformers. The benefits system needs to be shaken up. rent payments being made direct to the landlord and robust punishment for those who take the piss. As for putting bloody refugees before our own countries citizens that idea and practice can fuck off immediately. Fill the English channel with man eating sharks, that would deter the fuckers, it’s impractical I know no self respecting man eating shark would want to swim around in that ghastly stretch of water and it would bugger up places like Brighton.
I am going to spend the rest of the day, studying, painting and doing something called eating. I am currently feeling hungry and need to correct this imbalance. In the meantime Lulu the cat has come to remind me she needs fussing and is more important than anything she can think of, which is namely food and sleeping. She likes sitting on the desk up here in the library, where she can be fussed over and stroked to her hearts content, she was brushed this morning and her coat is now softer and glossier than it has been in quite a while. I must clean out the tray later on and replace the litter.