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Tuesday 16 June 2009

Unwanted, outsourced

Hell it's been a while since I've blogged but the bug has bitten once again. In the current worsening economic climate, where the £ is worth less then the Albanian Lek, I have been made redundant. Their loss entirely but unfortunately now I have to try and make some sort of income, and I dont really fancy standing on street corners turning tricks for sailors. The job pages are empty, the police are recruiting but that holds all the appeal of drinking turpentine, the army? no thanks unless I can join the womens auxiliary balloon core. Self employment seems to be the only real solution and as I recently became ordained online (Googled 'free ordaining online' and clicked Ordain Me) there are prospects here. A travelling priest for hire, a clergy of fortune for when you just need to have some holy water. So what if I'm an athiest, the way the world is going people should soon be turning to God in droves which is where I come in, license to preach. Everything going wrong? Need a word with the big fictional guy upstairs, then drop me a line and I'll send a (hastily cobbled together and not very official) prayer your way. It's either that or the sailors behind the dumpster.