The Compostual Existentialist

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“What would you say to me going self employed” She asked as I drove her home last night.
I imagine the long lingering pause was a bit too long and my lip is still sore from the huge bite I gave it.
“You don’t seem pleased”
“No go for it” I said, “As long as it doesn’t interfere with my plans to go back to Uni and as long as you are aware that we might be on a reduced income for 2 years”

 

There then followed a bit of a bickering session. Why should I get to go to Uni? When she went to uni she managed to work in a job 27 hours a week as well as do her University work so why can’t I? Why do I insist the world revolves around me?

“You haven’t even asked doing what” she added.

She was right. I hadn’t. I’d automatically assumed that she would be doing something low paid and easy because she is on the brink of burn out. Memories of the suggestion that she gave up work to do the card stall full-time came flooding back. The card stall you might remember was a fucking disaster. I’m so glad she didn’t give up work for it.

“I’ll be doing consultancy work for 3 days a week”

OMG! Even worse! She would be working for less days a week. Not only was I getting angry I was getting jealous.

“and I’ll be on near enough the same only working as a freelance fundraiser”

Sounded like Dave (her fuckwit of a boss) is short of funds again. Dave is a cunt (Sorry I know there are some people who do not like that word. Neither do I really but honestly, there are no other suitable vulgarities I can think of to call him). I really despise him. He’s one of these people that live and breath work 24 hours a day in an effort to surpress their fucking inadequacies. You can’t even talk to him about the weather without him turning it into some fucking PR exercise for Fundamental (because they’ve had lots of Fun and have to be mental to put up with him) . Obviously he’s been spending the funds on some crackpot scheme in Bulgaria or the Cayman Islands or something and needs to make payroll cuts. This sounds like a precursor to redundancy if ever I’ve heard of one. Though I might be wrong.

“I’ve had 2 other charities enquire about me fund raising for them” hopefully not the local school asking her to go round the pub with a fucking collection box

A few other choice words were spoken but I didn’t murder her or accidentally push her down a mine shaft on purpose. Instead I apologised and admitted that I was jealous that she was being successful and that I was scared that things will conspire to stop me from going to Uni. I think she then understood why I was a bit miffed.

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Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists.

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