I haven't worked since January, and not had an actual job since the end of February,due to me having been Dooced on this blog, among other things eg stress and general mental degeneration and lack of concern for which no-one is forgiven. And days of severe manicness, crying randomly, and gobbing off. Not a happy bunny, really.
However, the weird thing is, mostly, despite the fact that I have severe difficulty getting out of bed and overcoming general prevarication, I have never been busier. I have an expensive home learning course to do, decorating, housework, cooking, jobsearching etc etc. I do not know where I used to find the time.
I messed and wasted time all day and yet completed the major decoration I was doing; overcame a major stage in my Accountancy Course; went to the bank; got myself better known at the Art Centre; arranged a Flying lesson; talked to a 2 week old baby; won a prize for photography; bought and fitted a new phone system (having smashed the previous in a fit of pique when it wouldn't dial out); done further arranging for Spitsbergen; took delivery of a tray of pansies for my hanging basket (left on my doorstep by Mrs Tibbs the greengrocer); and got photos sent off for next month's photo comp. All after 11am today. Manic or is it just having a job is just an excuse for not having a life?
Oh, and I saw a truck, owned by a scaffolding company, with the slogan "For a big erection, call 077.........."
1 comment:
Hah! That's what we all say when we stop working..... 'however did I find the time to go to work?'
Well done for winning the prize.
Did you phone that 077 number? No. Don't answer that!!
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