Today’s post is a bit of a moan because today has been like that, and I’m in a grumpy mood right now.
Monday is the worst day of the week, especially for the working population, so I'm going to start 'Freewrite Monday'; get it all out and do some whinging.
Free writing is what 
I thought by now I would be working.
Christmas is but a memory and the fat bosses should be back at work and looking for people to work on their Windows 10 upgrade projects, but so far opportunities have been thin on the ground.
Last week I was put forward for a gig in Manchester but have not heard a thing.
‘Oooohhhh… you are the ideal candidate for this one’, exclaimed the pimp excitedly when I reacted to a certain jobserve ad.
’Right.., so why am I getting deafening silence back’, I’m muttering right now after waiting for several days.
I’m sure some of these ‘jobs’ are made up, that or the boss at this place knows who am I and won't interview me for personal reasons.
Not that I burn bridges, ever. As a contractor, you can't do that.
No matter, I can survive a little while longer before having to traipse down to the dole queue and sign on. It’s not something I’m looking forward to but I will do it.
I have been playing Holybread with some addiction, even though there is not much of a game to play, yet.
Earlier I clicked the premium option, though I had no intention of doing so.
...'It was though an invisible force sent my finger that way, and clicked for me'...
Has that ever happened to you?
I was annoyed at the time but have now bitten the bullet and conceded that I just lost 56 STEEM or so. This game had better work out, that's all I can say.
Those Breadcrumbs are not worth much after the buyback on Sunday. Do I sell them cheap or hoard them until next Sunday?
Earlier I went to the local barbershop for a haircut. The problem with this particular barber is that she opens only when she likes.
It’s all good and well having an opening times board in your window and then having a contradictory one next to it.
I should really call and say, 'Hello Mrs. Barber are you open today', but then I may get the, 'was it you calling to see if we were open', during my visit.
And what can I say to that?
‘Well you're never fucking open when I drive down here’
No…, that wouldn’t go down too well.
I would have thought that after 5 years of having my hair cut at the same barbershop, shorn away by the same barber that she would know what cut I want?
But no, every time I sit in that chair, its’, ‘what will it be today’
I could time it to the second and have often thought of growling..., 'a number three please' before the question is popped.
But that’s not all.
‘Square or Tapered’ is always next.
How many years do I have to go there for the question to become a questionable statement?
‘Number three today?’, followed by ‘Tapered neck?’ would confirm that there is a glimmer of a spark of recognition and she knows I’m not just some fucking bum from the street going in for a solo cut.
Alright... that's enough.., I’ll stop.
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