It is amazing I don't get bored

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!

Well, we embark on a new regime

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?

Wow. Time flies when you're having fun

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!

Here I am again....

Well surprise, surprise.  I'm still here.  Life continues on...

Where am I at?  Well my brain damage is getting better by the day; it's still not ideal but it's about 80% back.  Good enough that I'm going for jobs and I think, not going to mention it to them.

Dating is still a problem.  I can't be bothered starting something. I'd rather have some guy know me and just move on into comfortable dating. But since that is never going to happen, it will stay just me and my dog.  And me and Sharpie; well that isn't too bad...

My lawsuit?  Well if they paid me out and I paid of my house, I'd be very happy.  But since nothing ever comes easy to me, I won't hold my breath on a lawsuit.  So I guess I just have to work like every other schmuck!