The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away’?

I can’t remember if I blogged about this but it’s a couple of months ago I got stopped in my car outside my local Tesco. The problem with buying a car from a boy racer is there will be a few issues.

In this case said boy racer had decided to fix the sidelights with LED lights. One of these had an intimate thoughts and of course that intermittent fault up to happen the moment the police came around the corner.

Long story short I was caught without a valid MOT certificate.

Anyway the good news is that after a few weeks of waiting I received, for once, I nice letter from my local police station who looked at my case and have decided that “I’ve learnt my lesson”

Happy days! Whilst a £60 fines wouldn’t be exactly the end of the world is still a bit of a financial burden that I could kill afford.

Now the Lord’s taketh away.

As I’ve said many times before the nights that tend to be sleepless are often, somehow, a sign of impending bad news.

My track record with this has been fairly impeccable in this regard. I’ve been looking at ways that this might be coming subdental, looking at my diets, had I been drinking, perhaps I’ve had a cuppa tea too late at night.

Sadly no. I know how this sounds. It sounds like the ramblings of a mad person trying to justify sleepless nights or perhaps an attaching to events together that have no causality.

The first time I became aware of this was the night before my father sadly passed away. Also yesterday it was his birthday. God bless you dad, rest in peace.

Anyways back to the main point of this story. It seems that the grip of Bluestone hasn’t relinquished its control of me just yet.

Letter one was from the jobs seekers allowance stating that my claim is under review due to the circumstances of the termination of my employment with Bluestone.

I know exactly who is responsible for this and if Nuttallia Miles ever does a search on her name then hopefully she will see this blog post and realise what a cow she is being. This is a woman who has no professionality what’s the weather instead uses her family’s influence within the company to climb up the ranks.

I kid you not. I mean what company would take on a woman who is four months pregnant as a PA to one of the main directors of the company and then five months later is a senior HR officer working next to the financial controller?

so this leaves me worrying about my jobseekers allowance.

Letter number two.

For some reason the council have decided I am no longer eligible for single person occupancy discount. I realise that the economic Times are still harsh but classing my cats as my partner seems to be taking things a bit far.

Not that any of this has made me paranoid you understand. If you look back at a previous entry where the sister of my landlady is now trying everything she can to get the house that I live in I wonder if this is 1+1 equals two or just purely circumstantial?

I can completely understand where the council come from in many ways. There must be a boatload of people trying to game the system I’m trying to get more than they are entitled to.

That reminds me, letter three.

The battle for my dad is inherent in C continues. This week instead of trying to give me a third of which I am legally entitled to she’s trying to jot that down to a fifth.

I need to find out where I stand legally about hair selling or giving away any possessions in the house whilst there is still a battle of intestacy.

The way I see things right now is that I can’t back down. I have nothing and if I lose I will have nothing so I will have lost nothing but she stands to lose a lot more than I do.

The final cuts this week came and the last paragraph of the above letter.

My solicitor who I haven’t really been that happy with but she is the only one I know of qualified to deal with this sort of matter also told me that she’s going to be leaving to emigrate to New Zealand.

This puts me in the hands of the rather lovely but rather upper-middle-class Samantha. Samantha was my original solicitor that passed me on to Catherine because Katherine has more experience in these matters.

My main worry here is that I’ve gone from a week solicitor to an even weaker solicitor and believe me dads widow is playing extremely hardba

The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away’?

A sure fire thing.

What is it whenever I choose that for once I’m going to go with my instincts, my instincts completely fail me and I don’t know what way to turn?

So in my last post I was griping about the fact a company had offered me a job for 7 pounds an hour doing work which was at least worth double that.

Having nothing to lose because I believed I had another job which was a surefire thing I played a bit of a stalling game after I asked for a pay rise. I do know the job was advertised at 1002 1500 per month and he only offered me 7 pounds

Whilst away camping he decides to text me and withdraw his offer.

Relaxing in the knowledge that there was a high probability of getting a job outside for two months I wasn’t exactly worried about this although I had been second-guessing myself if to take that work.

Come to the following conclusion on that job. I don’t mind doing the job for minimum wage as long as it’s something different but when someone tries to actively pay you half of your hourly rates for all of your skills, expertise, inputs and increasing profitability then I felt on moral line had to be drawn.

So the second job was going out and cutting hedge rows for the next two months. The last few weeks I’ve checked in with the guy and he says “it shouldn’t be a problem”, I’ll get paperwork drawn up, I’ll make a phone call and then last night guess what.

It seems that the company which had many, many unreliable people who would work a week and then bugger off is now okay for staff.

Loads of these situations one thing I’ve learnt is that for some reason I have a temporary paralysis and become unable to think when it comes to making a big decision.

also it’s being a good lesson in learning just how much people are willing to settle for things. I asked a few people I know what should I do, should I have taken the job for 7 pounds and work for half and my hourly rate just because it’s a job. 9/10 people (as to statistic) said yes. Is that then mean those nine people if the boss came up to them and said we can only afford to pay you half of what we’re paying you now would accept it’s because it’s a job?

if so that brings up a very worrying president. We all know with consumer electronics it’s always a race to the bottom to get the market share but is this same effect happening in the workplace?

I mean people will quite happily pay over and above for a car because of its perceived value and to them because it’s worth it. Yet with business, jobs and employment it seems to be completely different.

I guess I’ve just reached the heart of the arguments as to why I wasn’t happy doing that job for the money he was offering. If you were to look at your job now, the two people who read this now, what would be the absolute minimum you would be prepared to work for?

A sure fire thing.

Why am I unhappy about this?

So Word has just come through that I’ve been offered a job for which I went for an interview on Wednesday.

It’s for an online company sorting out their website and basically cutting through all the bollocks they want me to increase their click through rates on purchases.

This is going to be something of a task because I have a lot of great ideas but I’m not sure if he’s willing to invest in the tools needed for the job

During my interview he grilled me for a couple of hours about my e-commerce experience and I told them bluntly I like rated my own company and it was making a small fortune when I left.

So far, so good you might be thinking. What’s the problem?

At the age of 37 I really don’t want to work for a lowly 7 pounds an hour.

If I accept the job this means I am valuing myself and what I can do at a very low figure and he’s already decided what that’s what he wants to pay.

On the website for the job posting he was willing to pay 1100 to 1500 per month.

If this was my only job option then I would just roll over and accept it but on this occasion I already have some work lined up at the end of the month.

I can’t tell if I’m cutting off my nose to spite my face here or not. It’s just that I know what I can do is worth a hell of a lot more than 7 pounds an hour and then he’s going to be making hell of a lot more than that from the work that I do.


Why am I unhappy about this?

Why do weekends still feel like weekends?


It’s another Saturday evening and here I am sat in the middle of a disused airfield walking the dogs and daft as it may seem it feels like the weekend.

Being unemployed means I get to spend most of my time at home. More often than not the days simply blend together and I can’t actually tell what day it is at times up until it becomes the weekend.

When I was working in Dubai the working week was from Sunday to Thursday meaning that finally and Saturday night was the weekend. It’s a little bit hard to wrap your head around it out first making a Saturday into Sunday but it works.

Whilst pretty much the rest of the world is having that day off, working on Sunday really that you catch up and get ahead of things.

As I’ve started this blog post I’m actually finding it incredibly hard to say what’s going through my mind, just in case you hadn’t guessed.

I can’t explain it but I just feel more worse off at the weekend. Granted I’m in an almost privileged position where I don’t have to crawl out of bed at 7 AM on a Monday morning but still.

Maybe it comes down to this. In the week when you’re keeping yourself busy you don’t have time to miss that social elements or miss wanting to spend time with someone special. That’s where it is the time to be so sure there is no one to be social with.

As I’m not making any sense I think I will cut this blog post short and try to articulate myself better later on.

Why do weekends still feel like weekends?

Anybody know anything about photography set up?

With my limited photography knowledge I know, or at least I think I know, that taking pictures with plenty of daylight is best but this does present me with a bit of a problem.

As I discovered this morning, getting up at 7 AM just to take some pictures, the sunlight only hits the front of my house at the stupid hours of the morning.

So I headed over to eBay to have a look at some photography light boxes and I did spot a couple that are completely in closed units with lights inside them. Does anybody out there know if these are any good?

Should I be looking at more traditional photography lights so I can still do real world product shots and not just white background shots?

Anybody know anything about photography set up?

An eBay auction a day.

I think I decided that I need to turn a corner in my life I’m not being beholden to any debts. So for the next seven days I’m going to list something of mine doing my eBay a day idea.

If I can actually keep to routine or accomplish doing something for seven days it might actually throw some positivity out into the universe and stop me getting shitted on from a great height.

Although I’ve just realised a slight flaw with this plan. Listing something on eBay is fine but having it sell is an entirely different matter.

It’s not like I have anything worth much value at all if I’m going to be honest. Most of it is just junk that for one reason or another I’ve held on to over the years. Perhaps as a reminder of glory days gone by.

That reminds me I really must look into the distance selling regulations. I know that’s as a consumer you can return goods up to 14 days after purchasing them but it doesn’t say if they have to be unused or even still in the original packaging?

Time to make a whopping great big banner that says sold as seen I suppose

An eBay auction a day.