Snarkattack

A short snark.

I’m not working at the moment because quite frankly, I’m fed up of working with teeny-boppers who are vain, lazy and into all that power struggle shit. For a start, they’re mainly in their 20s so have no business acting like teeny-boppers. I did work up till recently (I do still have my job; it’s casual) to save for a viola da gamba. But being nearly fully well for the first time in…6 years since the crack-up, I’m keen to avoid stressful situations.

And stressful obnoxious rich shits.

It would probably be fair(er) to point out that my socio-economic background at present is that of almost nouveau-riche. Poor trash with no taste. So fake rich in a way. Thanks to my wonderful supportive parents (otherwise I’d be rotting away, doped out of my brain in a hospital is my guess).

Anyway, enough about work and the token Marxist pseudo-analysis (analysis…it has the word ‘anal’ in it for a reason I’m sure).

I’m searching for a part-time job. A grown-up one. But in the meantime, am not bathing in cash but doing fine, enough so I don’t have to nag my parents for anything to cover my medical bills, medication, petrol to get to therapy (the only time I really venture out of the house!) or the drug-man (psychiatrist). Anything leftover directly goes to Project Gamba unless I’ve been hit by a bout of consumerism, which is often…enough.

Today I was online, checking my e-mail, legally copying some source material for another snark attack, and realised I have a bunch of membership fees to pay. The organisations are non-profit and if I want to pursue (early) music and publication to a non-amateur level, then it’s in my best interests to join.

But it’s a bit of a ball-breaker having to do them all at once.