I've just lost another 2 followers and I thought that the Google purge was over, so this may actually be an indication of some offence caused, or - more likely - the onset of boredom due to my repeating myself. Hey Ho (Copyright J. Gray, 1982).
My life is ruled by petty Jobsworths right now. A lethal combination of overly officious security staff and a woman whose sole reason for living is to enforce tighter and tighter H&S regulations means that I have not been able to earn a penny since the end of last Summer. I am not joking.
In about two weeks, I will be unable to earn yet another penny, as I am committed to attending jury service on pain of prosecution for contempt of court, so things are not looking too good on the 'feeding myself' front in the immediate future.
The more I get involved in other people's working environments, the more I understand why I have kept myself a free agent for over 40 years, and the more I regret getting myself involved in other people's working environments. I have been saying this for years, but now - more than ever before - I know this to be true: I am unemployable, despite what I have to offer to any potential employers.
I say to my client something like, "Do you think it would be a good idea to have one of these/make one of these/restore this...?" and he says, "Wonderful idea, please do!"
So I set about doing the thing he has so enthusiastically asked me to do, then I hit a series of brick walls in human form.
"You cannot come on site without Hi-Viz." Fine, I will don Hi-Viz.
"You cannot operate that tool without an extraction-system". Fine, I will get it installed.
"You cannot operate that tool."
"Because the brand new extraction system has broken down".
"Ok, I will do it outside."
"No you won't."
"Ok. I have been given that lock-up. Please give me the keys to it."
The 'keys' turn out to be electronic sensors which only work after being programmed, and even then, only work between 6.30am and 6.30pm - only if you have them re-programmed every day by security... All I need is a fucking padlock, especially as the shed is behind a set of tank-proof gates which are under surveillance 24 hours a day by a team of ex SAS soldiers.
As far as I know, my client is entirely unaware of all this, but I am - through a separate agent - about to make him aware.
I would very much like to spend all day in bed - just the once - at the moment.