I hope that the above proverb is as true to life as all the others! As April draws to a close I am sitting in a metaphorical down pour of work, which has seen me writing about clay pigeons, motorbikes, commandants and horses. An eclectic and varied melange it has to be said, but nothing which seems to be leading to a permanent position. True, I haven’t actually applied to any vacancy, but I am working against the recognised disadvantage that I am a bag and therefore have not completed an NCTJ course, which seems to be obligatory for any journalist post. Despite working on my shorthand, I am finding it hard to progress beyond 50wpm. Therefore I hope that the figurative shower I am enduring now will lead to the flowering of a permanent position in May.
Further to this, I can honestly say, handle on heart, I haven't needed to use my good looks to achieve this influx of work! Take note Samantha Brick: no-one who I have ever met has hated me for my good looks and bluer than average plastic. But then I have noticed that this only tends to happen when you arrogantly believe you are better looking and bluer than you actually are. In the bag world, as in the human world, modesty is the greatest policy for social harmony. Obviously you may remember Homey B’s comment after my recent surgery, which could have indicated jealousy on his part, but I preferred to take it as the joke that it was intended as!
Today, as I sit at my blue desk, I have been pondering the brilliant proverbs of the English language, which I hope to expand upon at some point in the future. One in particular stood out to me “a prophet is not recognised in his own land”, definitely something to think about!
But que sera sera, a miss is as good as a mile when it comes to work, the pay is respectable bearing in mind that if you pay peanuts you get monkeys. Since all roads lead to Rome I will continue in my freelance role and believe that all’s well that ends well, but especially for blue bags!
(N.B obviously this picture was taken pre-op! The weather has been so miserable recently I haven't wanted to go outside)
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