… My dream job, or should that be jobs? First and foremost I am an artist, I love being creative. It helps me relax, clear my head, think out solutions to problems and any other type of matter that wants to get in my way. or tries to get in my way, it also provides an excellent solution as to what to do each evening. Television is not really an option for me these days as the set top box got thrown out months ago and I am stuffed if I am paying for a bit of paper so I can watch the downright rubbish they pump out each day. Repeats, followed by repeats followed by turgidity and more repeats. That is what the television licence gives you. For anything else you have to cough out some more and there are simply better things to do with my money.
This is supposed to be about my dream job. Not a rant about the extortionate fee they make you pay so you can watch the box in this country. My other dream job is being a blogger and writer, two things that I am doing right now. Again they are both creative outlets, help clear my head and allow some form of personal expression on any number of subjects from sex and the Third Reich to cats and gardening and novel forms of waste disposal. It is also quite gratifying to see the numbers climb up each week as people read my stuff. I would like them to start looking at my art work too. Maybe those life skills I have gained over the years ought to be employed more in that direction.
Was there is there anything else that might be the dream job for me? I tried at being a funeral arranger/ undertaker. The clients are generally very quiet which is ideal. Turned out they did not think I was suited to the work, the management that is, not the clients they never complained once. I sometimes masquerade as a Reiki Practitioner, but that as they say is another story.
The musings of a professionally confused artist 
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