If you’ve been paying attention (and reading this blog) then you should know by now that I’ve moved home and have been trying to decide what I want to do with myself now that I’m sans family. Of course, the first thing I have to do to be able to well, live, is get a job.
Now, I’m not really keen on the idea of a job, and of work. My idea of a perfect ‘job’ is doing something I love and enjoy, but one of the sad facts of my life is that I am just not educated or qualified enough to be considered for any positions doing something I genuinely enjoy, unless chance steps in and something unexpected and brilliant happens. And whilst I’m not a pessimist, I do live in a world of logic, and so I know the chances of a publisher finding my blog and asking me to write a book are very slim. Which means I need to go and join the workforce, become a productive member of society and all that jazz.