What a Cnut.

Or, more specifically, later today I'll be trawling the web finding web design courses. It's all part of the grand plan. Web design, social media, content generation... Mahalo.

I'm sat here at 2:40am wracking my brains for ways on how to earn a living from online selling. As a heavy social media user with writing experience I really shouldn't find it hard to do so. I should be able to find some writing gigs if I can find somewhere to find sites looking for content. I'm also pretty sure I can sell images and other creative projects. What I need is a brand of some sort.

From ~ Leona Hynde admin@age-verify.info To ~ rossalandouglas@gmail.com Date ~ 19 November 2009 17:32 Subject Re: Reply to your ad: Writers needed, £272 Weekly Wage Hi there, Thanks for your interest in our online writing vacancy. As stated, we require people with a good sense of humour to review adult websites on the net. The position we have will be home-based and the wage is £350 per week, rising after 6 months. You will be required to write 12 100-word articles per week. If you think you have what it takes to be part of a successful writing team, we require a little proof of your abilities and commitment to the job. We would like you to give a detailed 100 word test review of the members area at a new adult site we've personally selected (www.realdrunkgirls.info). You will need to sign up for a free account there to do so (make sure you cancel within 3 days though to avoid being charged) It's new and we've already reviewed it. When we receive your review, we...

I know it's a rocky road to write about anything work related as it could mean I end up getting shitcanned for voicing my opinion on anything to do with my new job. This, however is no longer a worry as I was one of the two people responsible for the wording of the blogging policy. The general gist of it is as follows... "Write whatever you want, just don't name names." So from here onwards anything to do with my work will contain veiled references to people I work with. We had our opening night on Saturday with a private function for friends and family and all went smoothly. A good time was had by all and there was no drama. The new crew are a good bunch of people to work with and I can see myself settling in nicely. Some of them are old friends and some are new people to me but they all seemed perfectly reasonable and able to do the job. First off there's The Big Boss Lady who is a very old friend of mine from way back in the mists of time and her hubby, who sha...

When standing behind the bar at work, I'd say that the people who frequent the place are more often than not brainless idiots... It's been about three weeks since I started my new job and without fail whenever a new face (new to me anyway) comes in the most popular question is "What football team do you support?" [1] To me this suggests one of two things. Either A.) They are brain-dead. Or B.) They are mindless idiots who measure a man, not by his deeds or his actions, but by which colour the overpaid Prima Donnas kick an inflated pigs bladder around a field he supports wears. [2] Both of these things are not good. Not good in the extreme if you ask me. I mean what kind of retard judges a man based solely on the football team he supports? Yes, you got it, the kind that likes to drink heavily, watch football and beats the shit out his girlfriend on a regular basis. In other words, my customers. Seriously, what is the mindset of someone who will come to a judgement on...

She said. With a totally straight face. She was collecting for a new church and had inadvertantly stumbled into the lions den. "Talk about a waste of time." I said, as I was bored and she was annoying me with her constant harping on about the, so called, saviour of humanity. "My sins are what makes me interesting." "Surely you don't mean that." She said with a look of pity on her face. I pondered for a second the possible ramifications of offending the god squad again. This took less than a quarter of a millisecond and I continued. "Actually I do. My sins, and believe me there are many, seperate me from the herd of waste of space sheep who follow the herd blindly without questioning the reason or the logic of blind faith." I said, smiling. Her face changed from a pitying look to one of minor offense. I knew I had her on the brink and all I needed was to give her a small shove to push her over the edge. "Jesus gave his life so that you co...