Sometimes You just have to Kill the Baby.....

Or at least rearrange it's features.

Not a literal baby obviously.....just going through some changes, business wise.

Some things that I thought would work, haven't. And I discovered that I don't like doing some stuff, so I shall stop.
It's the joy and despair of being self employed.

I have nurtured this particular offspring, But it's not developing in quite the way I planned, and quite frankly, I'm not really feeling a mother's love anymore, so time for some drastic alterations.


When I was drinking.....and basically being "self -employed" was indistinguishable from "unemployed"....if anything didn't go as planned, it was just another handy excuse to say

"Fuck it, I'll have a drink"

And then, the following morning, I would trawl through the local job listings...which would inevitably lead to the following realisations:

1. I am Old.
2. I have very few marketable skills
3. I do not take direction
4. No jobs allow you to wear PJs.

I am, in fact, unemployable. So another handy excuse to say

"Fuck it, I'll have a drink"

These days, being unemployable is both liberating and challenging.

I have freedom and possibilities.

But I also have to pay the bills.

So instead of saying.....

"Fuck it, I'll have a drink"

I just toss the baby out with the bath water and get another baby. A better, prettier baby. That makes money.


WB xx