Second and third fingers held aloft, nails to the front.

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So as an unemployed person, I thought I had better do something to employ myself. By that I mean make myself useful, do things that are profitable and generally get my finger out of my bum. If this list is too ambitious, then at least to be productive and creative. Why all this thinking? Well the Job centre want to speak to me next week, about what, I have no idea. But it is a good thing to at least, be prepared. With excuses, reasons and a few other tried and tested means of getting things to move along nice and smoothly, Happily the JC know my work record and could even help me find a decent work position. I am not going to work in any damned shop, kitchen or other type place. I dislike retail and its attendant bastard children with a passion and it is totally pointless doing anything that just pisses you (Or me) off. I do not wish to sacrifice my mental well being working to make some other bastard wealthy. What good will that do? Well for them marvels I am sure, for me marvels again, but in the other direction. Happily my work record, leaves a little bit to be desired with 70+ employers to my credit since leaving school. Yes that’s right 70 of them. I have absolutely no desire to waste my time looking for and then enduring more nonsense, it does no good to anyone, least of all myself.

It would be very handy if the JC could provide decent and up to date information on self employment and that kind of thing. The trouble is of course , it is like wringing blood out of a stone. The stone will yield in the end, but is it worthwhile? If there is an employer who accepts men who wear skirts to work, then count me in. If there is such an employer who accepts skirt wearing men, who want to be addressed as Jessica, even better. Ideally not having to speak to too many people and having a quiet cubicle to work from, a decent salary/rate per hour, a nice employer and or manager. Not much to ask for I know, but still quite a lot. In all honesty, In all honesty, my employment record has given me all the skills to work for myself. I simply have to pull my finger out and do the working bit. Write, play with and improve web sites, Paint and repeat. Social media has to be employed a little bit more, even if I do detest it. I detest working for other people even more, so choosing the lesser of the two evils only makes sense.

Anyway, other news now. Todays weather is variable, intermittent sunshine and rain about 18 degrees c. It should be warming up again in the next couple of days. Otherwise things are pretty stable, my MH is balanced, there is plenty going on and to look forward to and the sky is blue. I would hazard a guess and say the birds are singing as well. All in all it is a good day and I think a quite productive one. It means I can be at peace in my mind. I think with a little restraint and common sense, I can be at peace with my bank account as well. At the same time as being smart with my time and money, it is important to think. Why do we deny ourselves pleasure, what is it that prevents us from enjoying those simple things that cost little and give the most? Things like decent healthy food, love, a long lasting, healthy relationship, peace of mind.

As I enter the fifth decade of my life, I value the simpler things the universe brings, than I do complexity and BS. The BS can go to hell along with all those who peddle the stuff, be it stinking or otherwise.

Staying up late (again)

Autobiographical

Sometimes I think whether my efforts as an artist are being wasted, so far in my artistic journey I have sold two paintings (one via auction, the other a commission) Went to art college for a year which was a horrible experience and rip off and found myself being encouraged to become the Treasurer of my local art group. The last I declined, citing University commitments and some other stuff. The good news is I have finally pulled my finger out, stopped trying to be perfect and just got on and worked. Real work seems to disagree with me, or I with it and after Seventy+ employers, I think it is time I worked for myself. The whole Covid business encourages this idea, I am hardly likely to scrounge a dose of it at home and I can drink tea or eat when I want as well.

Being self employed does mean I have to exercise self discipline, working even when I don’t want to. If I add school work to the mix, I should probably be quite busy. Not half as busy mind if I had to go out and work for some other bugger each day. Public transport gives me the creeps, buses are truly ghastly and incubators of all the terrible diseases. Safe to say I would rather take the car, cycle or walk to wherever it is I am supposed to be heading.

It would be nice to have a change and a move away from the laptop for a few hours each day. Do some painting in the daylight hours and migrate up here afterward, to type, edit and post. J goes to bed quite early and there will be no creaking as I trudge up the stairs at night. Speaking of which, I have to go put out the cat tray and make sure everything is locked up. It is getting to that time, where I must brush my teeth and go to bed.

Good night.

I used to have this poster in my dormitory cubicle at school.

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Why do I get these mad ideas into my head and work on them as if nothing else matters?

Why don’t I trust politicians or believe in priest’s?

Why do I like porn and why don’t I ditch it by the wayside? Why don’t I ditch alcohol (again) and leave that by the roadside too?

Why does long term employment evade me and why don’t I like employers?

Why is it I see through their shit and then tell them about it?

 

Why don’t I watch the news and buy their newspapers?

Why don’t I grow up and stop belching and finding toilet jokes funny?

Why don’t I stop farting, or can I even stop farting?

Why can’t I have something more simple than ADHD, why or why oh why do I have so much energy?

Why don’t I appreciate that ‘awful’ school my parents sent me too?

Why did those policemen let me go?

Why did that fool eat that bat?

Why is Donald Trump still alive? Why do they both have stupid looking hair?

Why does Jackie have a sn***le? and Why oh why have the owners of this web platform changed the layout and the way it all works? (WANKERS)

Why am I writing this shit? Why am I calling this SHIT shit?