No job to show for it (poem I worte about being unable to find work – contains profanity)

Dotted the Is and crossed the Ts!

Obtained a Postgrad!

Worked voluntary!

But no job to show for it!

Got off benefits after gran’s death!

God rest her, she thought all Protestants were in the UVF!

But I distanced myself from being sectarian!

Yet still became a statistic among young male aryans!

No job to show for it!

Got to install Linux!

Got to sample life in Belfast!

So much change, yet in many ways the same

incarcerated by its paranoid past!

No job to show for it!

Got advice about my Asperger’s!

Shone like th Sun building Lego!

I had to do a lot of growing up after isolation in Ardboe!

But no job to show for it!

Was a Government Stooge, then embraced the right!

To get what I wanted was simple!

Stand my ground and fight!

Still no job to show for it!

Voted for peace!

Opposed Labour’s war!

Defied Tory narcissism!

Defied the troubles even more!

But no job to show for it!

Blog and write!

Test and code!

Stopped becoming middle of the road!

Still no job to show for it!

Did the right thing!

Gave a fuck!

Had some moments of very good luck!

However no job to show for it!

Did well in School!

Followed the rules!

Studied rather than play pool!

But no job to show for it!

Distinction in Text Production!

Pass in Word Processing!

Survived two recessions!

No job to show for it!

Been on back to work schemes!

Tried to live out my childhood dreams!

However no job to show for it!

No longer drinking the Kool-Aid!

In the game of Hearts that’s life I always get the Queen of Spades!

Because I have no job to show for it!

Resurrection weekend :)

I’m trying to avoid saying Easter as the word itself has Pagan connotations. :p

On Good Friday I will be heading to Belfast to drop off my MacBook Pro at the Apple Store in Victoria Square to fix some broken keys on the computer; a lifetime of typing frantically. (Asperger’s trait) Also I am planning on getting an iPad thanks to a guy offering his on Gumtree. Then I should be back for Stations of the Cross Mass at 3 pm.

Now I feel that things are moving in the right direction, but last Saturday I was hit with a proverbial 2 by 4 when I had to get another form filled for the renewal of my driving licence. The medical red tape is driving me insane. But, God willing, the Doctor will have completed the form today, the Doctor’s surgery closes at 1 pm on Wednesdays, and hopefully I’ll drive to the DVA office in Coleraine first thing tomorrow to get that sorted once and for all.

Yesterday I filled an application form for an office job yesterday, at a livestock feed mill close to where I live, and sent it straight to their office. I love to use initiative and cut out the middleman at times. 🙂

My aunt-in-law will be coming soon to talk about payment for the new door in our garage; though it’s actually for domestic nik-nack as my car is parked outside. 🙂

All in all, another day another dollar. Or, in our case, pound. :p

In Dublin yesterday

Yesterday I got a bus from Cookstown to Dublin to head to Killiney for a walk organised by a Meetup group; see previous blog post of my experience in Haiku form. And, having experienced Dublin yesterday, our problems here in Northern Ireland are a drop in the Ocean compared to what’s going on down South.

First of all, there is an ongoing industrial dispute between the Government and Public Transport workers. The DART drivers were on strike on Friday, but at least they were in operation yesterday, so I could get to Killiney without needing a taxi. Though Dublin Bus services were also in operation. The Unions are holding the city to ransom. The money is no longer there to satisfy every whim in the land. There isn’t much reported on how Unions in America bankrupted Detroit. 🙂

Resentment aside, I was at Killiney DART station and there is a Café there run by a Dutch woman who is extremely friendly and well known. I had a cup of tea there and it was an experience witnessing the abundance in the area.

Then came the walk. It was meant to be for two and a half hours, but I only lasted half an hour. I’m THAT unfit. Plus I paid the price for being dehydrated yesterday this morning with the runs. (too much information) We passed through Bono’s house; how fitting since I had bordering vertigo looking down at the scenery from the station. My brother has worse vertigo than me, though. But he now works for M&S. :p

I did manage to walk to Dalkey to get the DART back to Connolly Station and I noticed the flags and bunting for Cuala, the club that won the All-Ireland Club Hurling title on St. Patrick’s Day. They beat Slaughtniel in the semi the afternoon I had planned to go to Belfast for a Meetup. It was good to know things I should have known much earlier.

Then when I got the bus back to Cookstown there was a huge backlog due the the numbers looking a bus from Dublin Airport. One guy wanted to pay for a ticket to Armagh by card, only to be told ‘cash only’. But there was one guy at the Airport who wanted to head to Castleblaney, County Monaghan, to go fishing. His day was ruined. Puts things into perspective for me.

Now I feel that I have to cut back on the excursions and focus on finding work. I’m spreading myself too thin now. 😐

List of Sixteen Haiku about my experience in Dublin yesterday

Bus Éireann dispute!
Closed Busaras on Sunday!
Goldliners still on!

Multipack of crisps!
Bought in a Dungannon shop!
Some for homeless guy!

DART to Killiney!
Forgot my cappuccino!
A bit throughother!

Scenery outside!
Beautiful beach and seaside!
Don’t get light headed!

Killiney station!
Café run by a Dutch Blade!
Pretty well known there!

Gypsy bloke outside!
Threw down his fleece in anger!
Back for cigarettes!

Got a cup of tea!
Waiting for the Meetup walk!
Up Killiney’s hills!

Meetup walking group!
Lasted just half an hour!
I’m that unfit, me!

Walked on to Dalkey!
Eventually found DART!
Back to Connolly!

Need to get a feed!
Went to bar across the road!
No WiFi working!

The bar owners there!
A young Lesbian couple!
American twangs!

Bus back to Cookstown!
Met mum of an old school friend!
Now in Donegal!

At Dublin Airport!
Huge backlog due to bus strike!
Took twenty minutes!

Bloke tried to use card!
Bus payment by cash only!
Mine was bought online!

Bloke going fishing!
No bus to Castleblaney!
A whole day wasted!

Back to Cookstown now!
Getting car to drive back home!
It was a rough day!

Overdose of Christmas and give it up for Lent

Today is Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, and for us dastardly papes is means not eating any meat other than fish. Funny how fish suppers are now much more expensive thanks to the wonderful Common Fisheries Policy *Note Sarcasm* and that the likes of County Donegal and Grimsby are suffering due to Spanish Trawlers; they even nick fish off the Canadians.

 

Rant over!

 

Yesterday was cold and wet and I had a series of First World Problems. The Turkish Barber in Cookstown appears to be closed all day on Tuesdays, so after my massage in Cookstown I drove to Magherafelt to get a haircut and shave from the Kurdish Barber there. I bought a cappuccino for the sake of having 50p loose change in Cookstown, only to find out that the 50p coin I had wasn’t accepted by the machine. In the end I put in a £1 coin and got 50p change; in the shape of 2 20p coins and 1 10p coin. Then, on the way back home, some c**t ran across the road from a filling station to the shop at Ballyronan – a village on the way back – and I was already feeling pi$$ed off due to the issue with the ticket machine.

 

When I got back I meditated and feel much better again. Hopefully today will be much better. 🙂

When you’re middle class (poem)

When you’re middle class no one will fight for ya!

The wealthy enslave you

while the Pikeys talk shite to ya!

 

You feel emasculated

just like a bullock

just because you idolised Bono

instead of Ian McCulloch!

 

You find salvation in Arts Festivals

which make you feel important

with a sixty-something Post-Punk veteran

who grew up in Gorton!

 

He swears the blue streak away

like he’s from the Land of the free!

That’s what happens when you have a Jewish MP!

 

The middle class drown sorrows with Carling

instead of wife-beating Stella

because our jobs are under threat because of the Rockerfellers!

 

Too well off for ESA

but can’t afford trade missions to China!

Overqualified and underappreciated

and the mountains are for Gold miners!

 

The family silver and gold is now owned by Canada

while we can no longer have a Tim Horton’s!

Yours sincerely Tony, Teresa, David and Gordon!

 

Apple store customer from Dublin sings ‘Only our rivers run free!’

Yet I’d rather it be him than me!

Corruption in our country is just as bad as yours!

The middle class shifted behind closed doors!