Tag Archives: independence

49: Sad

Disclaimer: If you decide to purchase a featured product, via one of the image links, I will receive a commission from Amazon at no extra cost to yourself. Seven working days to go and they ain’t half dragging! Sure, a part of me is sad – I have been in this job for twenty-three yearsContinue reading “49: Sad”

33: Grated Orange

Today is a Day Job day. Stop complaining, I hear you say; do your bit for society and be grateful. I feel grateful, as in grated and full. Bits of my skin have been grated off and the wounds have been allowed to fester. The infection was supposed to make its way into me, toContinue reading “33: Grated Orange”

13: 1000 likes!

I’ve hit the big time! I’ve done it! Today, I received the grand total of 1001 likes on my blog, for which I received ‘Congratulations’ from Word Press. Is this just the start? The start of my new life as a remote being? Why haven’t I reached the big 1, 000, 000 yet? Come onContinue reading “13: 1000 likes!”

10: Boss-Free

Another day over. Am I wishing my life away? No, I’m counting down the days until my life starts again. Life minus the boss. Perhaps I shouldn’t knock it; the boss pays, and I can’t say that my inbox is full of demands for my services as a savvy freelance writer. Is it the savvyContinue reading “10: Boss-Free”

3: A Diary

Okay, so I’m still currently in employment, but by being up and blogging at 2.44 am, I am demonstrating my commitment to the cause. Yesterday, I achieved a record number of 198 views on this blog site. Yes, it is true that my target was to reach 200, but I nearly got there! So, don’t knockContinue reading “3: A Diary”

1: A Diary

  I’ve done it! Volunteered myself for redundancy and signed on the dotted line. Redundancy seems a poor choice of word, and totally inadequate for a process that involves stepping into my new life; a life in which I will be anything but redundant, anything but a spare. In this life, I will be workingContinue reading “1: A Diary”

Seconds of Seconds in the month of May – and Still Standing!

Memorable. Awkward. I’m running down East Street, shouting ‘Stop that wan***! Stop that wan***! Steggsy’s nicked off with the Ladies’ toilet roll!’ And, all the time, I’m trying to hang onto my jeans, in a futile attempt to keep them hanging low, and avoid falling victim to any brown staining. But it’s a waste of time. I lookContinue reading “Seconds of Seconds in the month of May – and Still Standing!”