Is employment in Britain about to implode?

I find it ridiculous in our village there are no less than 4 shops selling hot sausage rolls – the bakers, the cafe, the butcher and the co-operative all sell them.

It’s a wonder wether this competition can survive.

The card shop turned into a Craft shop and now has turned into a wooden toy shop.  WTF?!?!

Next village there is a ‘handmade soap shop’.  Foookin’ crazy.

OK, so we get to the next town…which is a collection of charity shops and no less than 4 sandwich outlets – does no one know how to make a sandwich?  Meanwhile it has the post office relocated to the arsehole of the newsagents.

Once the immigrants go home, we’ll be left with more unemployed than ever before because benefits will exceed wages.

Where is this all going?!?!

 

 

 

Online poker…pro?

I’m now down to $2000 in profit.  So slugging out the day job problem is a better move right now.

Played a lot of lower limits poker to make my bankroll last.  Still, it’s a bit of a gamble…..haa…haaa….bad joke.

But seriously, I shift down at 15 buy ins.  It works.  So far.

Have been actually working hard on my own projects, but more of that later. Right now I need some Friday ‘chill’.

Could online poker be a way out?

I’ve become astute at poker.  Online anyway.

I’ve suffered big variance before…I went up $7700 and went down $10000.  Last week I dropped $1200 down and moved it up to $5236 in 3 days.  I’m going to cash it, to level my poker balance overall.  But I wonder if I’m that good, should I play full time?

I reckon from the $5236 I got 2 lucky hands worth $1900.  So the rest came from playing the cards.

It’s a thought but it can take over your life……

The new dude in the street…

I can see even at 150 yards this guy is a twitcher.

Having moved into a $450K house, they set about ripping stuff out of it and dumping outside.

They look really house proud, the way his head moves around I see him as a manic ‘worker’.  Someone who needs to work or he wouldn’t know what to do.

Him and his wife are overweight – if he wants to work on something it should be his health.  A trimmed lawn is no good to you if your dead.  He looks like a real panic merchant too….rushing around.  I bet he’s wound super-tight all day.  Tonnes of coffee, bad food and alcohol to cool things down.  Then again, maybe no alcohol the way this guy rushes around.

Life isn’t all about that chit man.

Londoners sick of the rat race

So many TV programmes now show Londoners wanting to swop their 3-4 bedroom in London for a 1 bedroom London flat and a mansion in Kent or Bournemouth.

 It seems the true Londoners themselves don’t want to live in the city.

Simple answer -quit your jobs and sign on.  Lol, it works for me.

Why work?

The rat race seems to be even worse than ever before.

I mean…you get up, you work, you don’t go anywhere and your direct debits leave you dry every month.

For what?

The desire to own a Mercedes and live in a toy-town house drives people more than anything…why are humans so obsessed with material possessions anyway?

If we all went and lived in tents, signed on the brew, the country would collapse.

So why don’t we?  Is the pointed star on the front of our car so important? 

Or maybe it’s deeper than that….

The populace is so sad, that they NEED to work to retain sanity.  They NEED their job to re-assure status and a sense of ‘achievement’. 

Me, I work to make money.  It’s as simple as that – work is a process to make money.  Anyone who thinks different should do voluntary work all day. 

I conclude – work to make money.  Not work to live.  Or live to work. 

If there was no money we’d be farming the fields and making our own shoes.  Just think about that concept for a second.