Being escorted from an interview (job, not police!), I had a small chat with my prospective manager. I mentioned security checks, and he replied that he has a background in security (computer, I assume) and had looked me over online. It’s entirely reasonable to do this. Sensible, in fact. LinkedIn, Twitter and my CV page…
So I’m back again…. but now there’s a whizzy wysiwyg editor to confuse me. Why am I back (for now)? Possibly because I’m off Facebook for the nonce. And why’s that, and is it long term? Well, the why is because it was becoming an issue for me, and I really have better things to…
I post some information about myself here, and elsewhere online, but there’s an awful lot I don’t say. The problems are: I do want to… confess? That’s not it, I’m not committing grievous sins. I want to release some of the pent-up stuff (experiences, thoughts, opinions), and writing is a way to do this. This…
Yesterday I encountered a tick. It was wriggling as I touched it, but its mouth was firmly clamped to my skin. The panic rose a little, as I considered what to do. Could I leave it until sated, to avoid ripping off (and leaving behind) mouth parts? Should I attempt a removal? The wonderful web…
I doubt this will actually happen, but I’ve a feeling it’s time to ween myself off facebook. Hmm. Quote gratified to see that while “ween” is highlighted as an incorrect spelling, facebook is too, but not as a mere capitalisation error but as a non-existent word. Anyway, it feels like the time. Why? Right now…
Planned, thought, devised… not done. Had so many crafty ideas in the past, small ways of making money, doing something different. The largets, most developed on was making and selling cards, hand cut with tissue in the window. This goes back a fair few years, and the designs have refined over the years. I still…
Oh no! I’ve left my nascent blog to languish in the digital wasteground! So why did I let this happen? Troubles in life. Frankly, I’ve been having a hard time, things haven’t been easy at all. I’ve written a lot of the easy stories, and I’m up against expanding the articles I’ve started on the…
One of the little things that pleases me is saying “Bless you” to people who sneeze. Strangers on the street, anyone. It’s a basic politeness, and recently someone thanked me in response. It’s those small things which I believe (or at least hope) help to make the world a better place.
Depression really is a bitch. Just sayin’. It distorts the truth, it changes you, it causes harm to you and people around you. It truly truly is a bitch.
The previous post reminded me of a time I’d been propositioned by a lady of the night in (I think) the Soho area. I was probably 16-18, at a guess. My recollection is that she offered me something like a quick time? There was the concept of speed or short time span about it, at…