Darn it - once again the lottery forgot to send me an email to tell me I'd won. I checked my account, they've even forgotten to put the money in. Hey ho, I'll keep ploughing on until they remember.
It's that strange part of January - the bit where you haven't got any cash because you spent it all over Christmas and you're trying to spend as little as possible so you actually have 70p left on pay day. Excruciatingly payday isn't until next Tuesday - which frankly should be banned after Christmas. You really need it to be on a Sunday so you get it a couple of days early.
In my old job I used to get paid on 25th, rather than the last day of the month. I can't put my finger on why that worked better for me. Somehow it always felt as if it came along sooner - that said - I was earning more money, which probably goes a long way to explaining that.
The price of doing nice things is high unfortunately. It feels really wrong that if you do a job that helps other people you earn less than if you were doing a job where you just helped yourself and the shareholders. It's one of those strange anomalies and why so many are striking at the moment. I hear the words 'ahh, but they have a calling' - to that I say BOLLOCKS!
This may be true, but paying people less for that reason could be called extortion! In fact let's not beat around the bush - it is extortion. However, come the zombie revolution those that take advantage of people are going to have very little skills to put forward of value. So you'll be on the front-line whilst those that have useful skills will be looked after and kept safe..... just saying.
Work continues to suck - but I'm not going to go into that too heavily - because I think it's going to be sucky until about May and so that will be tedious.
So back to my week. Well it was very quiet. The only thing was that I felt absolutely shattered. It was one of those weeks when you wake up on Thursday thinking it's Friday. I simply couldn't shake it off and Friday was an absolute nightmare because my entire being thought it was Saturday.
In fact during one very interesting meeting (genuinely) I shut my eyes to rest them and woke up 10 minutes later. Nobody had noticed I wasn't in attendance - I should probably worry about that! That said the person that was talking had the most calming voice ever - I may get them to record a CD for me to help me go to sleep at night.
I think the tiredness was just another wave of long-COVID actually. Which is oddly a good sign as it means that the long-COVID symptoms are beginning to level out. Though it's hard to keep ploughing through.
Essentially it's time for me to retire, though I am many years away from that actually happening. In fact my pension pot is so poor that I actually think I'm going to have to work for the rest of my life. I wonder what I'll do? I don't fancy garden centres as plants hold no interest for me and I find supermarkets really stressful with their bright lights and hoards of humanity. There's literally no point me going to work in a hardware shop as I don't know one screw from another (childish chuckle - phnar).
So what are the other options for people? There must be somewhere that people go and work - that are less visible (and thus I don't know about them). I couldn't go into care because I simply don't have the patience and I'm not nice enough.
Maybe I'll open a rescue centre for Goats, but then I'd probably get a back problem from picking up poo.
In fact what I'd really love to do is to make money out of making things. That would be my dream. But living where I do there are so many 'creatives' around here, whether it's making stuff or authors. They're all on benefits - not one of them actually makes a proper living out of it. By my way of thinking if you're not making a living out of it it's not a job - it's your hobby.
GET YOUR HAIRCUT AND GET A JOB!
That said I did manage to get some of that out of my system whilst of furlough. I did try a few things to see how they went - and none of them went very well. Which is why I've still got a 'proper' job. I wasn't able to do the big ticket items because for those I'd need to go to second hand furniture shops (that's upcycling with decoupage).
The thing with that is it's too big a risk to just try to do, because once you've bought the furniture and all the bits you need to upcycle it - plus the time to do the upcycling - you'd need to sell things for about £500. Which is a big stretch - well I think so.
I haven't really even started on what we got up to have I - though we really didn't do much of anything. On Saturday I took dog down to village - on lead because she's still on heat and a terrible tart. One second off the lead and she bolts off trying to find a bonk! As a result she's full of energy at the moment because she's not getting the chance to stretch her legs properly. At lunchtime today I'll take her to the tennis courts and throw a ball for her - that will hopefully help.
We went to the butchers and picked up our meat for the week and then headed back home. I'd decided to do a 'nice and easy' curry. Basically making the curry from Pataks curry paste. I don't do it often and there's a good reason for that. You forget that it's not just the actual curry. There's the bits that go with it. So after 3 hours in the kitchen cooking and prepping I decided I wasn't going to make another curry for a very long time!
Some friends came over, there were 7 of us at the table for the curry and actually it was a very pleasant evening.
I woke up on Sunday with every thread of motivation sucked from my body. I curled up on the sofa and watched the last 5 episodes of US Traitors. One of the things that mesmorised me was that it was essentially identical to the UK Traitors. Or to be fair - basically what I think happened was that the US production company based their version in Scotland. Then the BBC purchased the programme lock stock and barrel. Every single game was the same - every prop was identical. It was very very strange.
Though it did work because the people were so different. I did notice that the American contestants were far nastier than the British contestants. So yay for us! It was interesting to see how the two different cultures approached it. I don't think I realised that there was such a culture difference.
Though we seem to pick up their culture over time, it just takes us 20 years to get there. I remember when I was a teenager how we used to look at the compensation culture in the US. We'd say what a nightmare it was and how it would just stop you from doing anything. Back then Health & Safety hadn't been invented in the UK and concussion on an annual basis was an important part of childhood.
Once a month an ambulance would turn up in the playground and scoop a child up and take them away. Then a week later they'd return covered in bandages and plaster cast and be the school celebrity - well until we'd all defaced the plaster with swear words and pictures of butterflies.
The 'dinner ladies' used to wander around with a bag of conkers and a cork screw (which they'd threaten you with if you were rude) - one of them even used to take her false teeth out if you bribed her with a biscuit.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, those days are gone because now WE have the compensation culture. Health & Safety is now so stringent kids have to put a safety helmet on before pouring custard.
Oh I'm on a ramble again aren't I.
So the only thing I achieved on Sunday was to take the dog for a walk. We went over the Downs - because - hooray it wasn't raining. It should have been a lovely walk as it was a bright fresh winters day (which are my favourites). However, the long-COVID has continued to leave me feeling tired and my legs are not working. So actually all I wanted to do was get home and curl up on the sofa again.
We had a brace of pheasants for supper - our last until next Winter's season. I bought them for the freezer in case something happened on Christmas Day and we couldn't make it to my brothers. My general can't be arsedness meant that they didn't get the full treatment they deserved and my carving was shameful. But they tasted lovely even though I just seasoned them and shoved them in. Though the sauce was disgusting! A real fail.
Let's hope my verve kicks off again soon. I'm even boring myself!
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