I have now been not working since November last year. This is four months. I don’t think I ever not worked that long; or possibly when the kids where babies. But I manage to find stuff to do to fill in the time! I’ve got this blog which I’m starting to update on a regular basis; and one I started on for the cats: https://shadowandshupak.blogspot.com/ which is funny and gets me doing stuff that I want to do for an employer.
Now all I need is someone to pay me to do it!
I’m living under the new rule. It’s called “me on the dole” and its quite difficult! I’m applying for jobs; my CV works… But I fall over every time at interview. Damned brain damage!
I know what
your thinking. Why do I need a job? I mean I’m in the later stage of 50’s. But
it’s quite simple. I want money to burn. I’m not saying I couldn’t live on the
dole (frugally) but that the problem. I don’t like having to be frugal!
My daughter is
about 5 months pregnant and I love shopping for the little guy! I’ve purchased some downright cute stuff, like
a shark robe for after his bath! And the mouse robe! Cute as!
If I don’t get
a job soon I’ll be forced to go into spending lockdown! Oooh I hate spending lockdown. Why can’t I be
rich? Why can’t I win something?
Well here I am. I forgot about
this blog; too busy I guess.
Anyway, I'll tell you where I
am at. The Squeeze is still living here, and to be honest, we are pretty
happy. Yeah, it ain't the romance of the century but I don't think either of us
is built that way. We are great friends; my best friend I would say. If
he wasn't I suspect there is a very real possibility that I’d have killed
him the first week of the pandemic.
The pandemic; world wide and
fricking scary. I keep waiting for the zombie apocalypse! I guess it’s worrying for me because I’m 'lucky frigging phil'.
If anyone was going to catch it and have a lingering death, it would be
me. 2.39 million deaths world wide. And
the number continues to grow; except here – which is its own worrying sign.
So I used to work for the National
Disability Insurance Agency but that was back when compassion was their middle
name. I got fired; yep. Fired. As I was working from home it took about 15 minutes
and I was gone. Of course I didn’t feel as bad when I had coffee with a girlfriend
who said another disabled worker was fired at the same time. When I think of
it, I hated that job anyhow. Really hated it. With a passion. That is what
happens when they pick up a project support person recovering from brain damage
and throw them into a finance role.
Finance. God. That’s rich. I can’t even balance my own bank account!
