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!

One year since I began this blog (plus teaching myself Linux commands)

I have been inconsistent in my blogging, busy with other stuff, but a few weeks ago, a week after gran died, I was at an IT Meetup and learned how to create a Tarball file using Linux Terminal – I use Terminal on Mac OS X at the moment as my IT friend from Coagh is experiencing difficulty dual-booting my old MacBook with Ubuntu. Such is life. Trying to learn a few more Linux commands. πŸ™‚ Bourne Again Shell. πŸ™‚

Signed off Employment and Support Allowance today, hoping to do the same with Housing Benefit on Monday. I’ll be talking a chunk out of the account my gran had in her name, my name and my brother’s name on Friday and will arrange to pay rent where I’m currently at; though it will mean no more supported living costs. But I’m no longer a Charity Case. πŸ™‚

Here are some links for my Terminal lessons;

 

Creating a Tarball GZ file; http://www.cyberciti.biz/faq/creating-a-tar-file-linux-command-line/

 

Unpacking a Tarball GZ file; http://rebol.com/docs/unpack-tar-gz.html

 

Linux tutorial; http://vic.gedris.org/Manual-ShellIntro/1.2/ShellIntro.pdf

 

Watch out Wiggo, I’m out to see if you’re still juicing. πŸ™‚

Managing my life better

My brother began Uni on Monday and now I have to hold fort at gran’s overnight from Sundays to Thursdays and I am coping much better. My time management is much better, plus I’m not spending as much shit as I used to as I have disciplined myself to pass the time with my MacBook Pro and Android phone using my brother’s WiFi.

Sleeping during the day and operating at night is better for me as I am not tempted to drive to a 24-Hour shop in order to buy stuff.

On Sunday night I saw the Beatles movie, but didn’t stay to watch the Hollywood Bowl gig that came after the movie because I really had to get back to my place and sleep.

Life is much better now as I am appreciating the effort I made to better my life, as well as my brother’s. Good job, Des! πŸ™‚

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Been a while since I posted

Gran is now at home and we have arranged an agreement which works out both better and cheaper than taking her to a care home. πŸ™‚ I have to hold fort from 6 pm to 10 pm every evening, except Wednesday, including weekends. A few evenings I’ve been stressed out, but now I run my domestic errands during the afternoon to prevent burn out.

 

My voluntary job is going well, they’re mighty impressed at my work rate and how quickly I’ve been up to speed. Today I applied for a local Admin/Receptionist role, but feel that the issue around our Housing Benefit agreement at my place has caught me between a rock and a hard place. The Government here are pure catchpennies.

 

I try to make my presence known to the world and feel I’ve learned so much from it. More often than not, whenever I go for a walk I pick up the litter on the pavements and put them in my own bin bag. It’s an example of vigilante action reducing dependency on the state. I feel that the slothful are cannon fodder. They may complain about the state banning smoking in public buildings or public drinking of alcohol, but when the chips are down they expect someone else to sort out their rubbish; usually the state.

 

Back to School tomorrow for a lot of kids. My cousin’s eldest son’s first day in Primary School is tomorrow. Lord only knows what he’s letting himself into. Most kids here are raised in bars and learn all the smut of the day; even a song on 4Music today at 2 pm at the Kurdish Barber I attended today was called ‘Sex’ and had a Sex Ed Teacher enticing teenage boys; if it had been a man my age enticing teenage girls there would be a public outcry.

 

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Busy week or so

I’m currently holding fort at gran’s as my brother has to get up in a few hours time for work; I’ve been up all night like a martyr but am gonna get some money from my brother in the end. πŸ™‚ I have been kept occupied by emailing friends and typing up sonnets I had written over the past month or so, plus an attempt at a song I also wrote. So I can have a bona fide type up of my work. Remember the difference between, “Let’s eat, grandma!” and “Let’s eat grandma!” Correct grammar saves lives, even though I’m the King of typos. :p

 

No nausea this time, last week I purged due to feeling queasy, but this time I brought ginger mints and a newspaper to sit on to avoid nausea. Just another few hours to go. *Impatient*

 

 

 

My Birthday

Today, I am 37 years old. These past few years have taught me valuable lessons, however by the grace of God I am coping with the life I have.

 

So Britain voted to leave the EU. Yay! Though there is the issue of Sinn Fein demanding a border poll here in Northern Ireland. Hypocritical of them, since they’re mad looking Ireland out of the EU as well. But it’s time that the English cut Scotland loose. They’re the ones holding the rest of the UK back.

 

Graveyard blessing for Ardboe today. On Thursday I bought new trousers for this event, and size 38 now fits me perfectly. πŸ™‚ I used to be size 46. Progress, eh! πŸ™‚

 

Now I am considering applying for a TV show about sleep problems. However the application form for it is in PDF format and converting it to Word format is yet another expense. Their loss, I guess.

 

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Feeling a bit better

I had a normal night’s sleep last night, after being sick as a dog all afternoon and evening yesterday, and I bought food to do me for a while. But visiting gran was a thankless task as she cut the face of me not not bringing her biscuits; God love her. The nurses said she won’t be able to go home until she can get up at night and go to the toilet by herself. Again, it’s all up to the man in the sky.

 

I’m glad that Iceland managed to get a draw against Portugal. Stick it up to the Man. πŸ™‚

 

Now I am winding down for tonight. Grateful that yesterday I obtained the IBAN number for my Nationwide account in Ballymena and then close my Co-Operative Bank account; paying off the overdraft. But the sickness was a physical act of resistance towards positive action. But I braved the worst of it. πŸ™‚

 

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