Got sacked after 22 years working on the same site. Its not really the managements fault. Except to the extent that they believed a young narcissist and did not discipline him early enough and often enough. And except to the extent that they had no nuance at all when it came to their punishments. But never mind.
The main problem is that I haven’t looked for casual muscle work in all that time. I have no idea of how to go about it. It used to be that centrelink ran a casual work place and you walked there every morning and waited until you were at the head of the roster. This usually took about four days straight of early mornings. Then if you worked hard, you could usually get more employment out of that small business owner. So all you had to do to get a foot in the door, was to get up early in the morning, and go someplace to read a book. Now thats all gone.
(((In the movie he is the most malign of all Michelin Men The casual dropped down to avoid a slow-moving hand, without force behind it. But in the movie it looks like the Michelin Man wiped the casual clean out, by way of a strike to the throat. Biomechanical analysis would clear the fatty. But there is not the time for that sort of thing.))))
53 years old. Still got far more work energy, then the 20-somethings, for continual physical work. Although likely to fall asleep if I sit down. If it was up to me I’d really want to retrain as an arborist. But I have to lose four stone over time for that to be even so much as a credible daydream. I have to lose about sixty pounds. The way I am going to do this is run out of money and go without food all the time. But basically I’m walking everywhere at the moment. All over the place. Almost always barefoot (for electrical reasons), and with an umbrella (to keep the sun off my face). I want to be like a camel who goes into the desert and loses his hump. Except I’m hoping all that fat gets burned off my stomach and turns into deuterium depletion.
Probably this sacking is a good thing. A chance for me to see the sun rise every day. Refit my circadian rhythm and refit all my clothes.
Still I am very fearful of becoming homeless. Because I am a theorist of how policy-makers would create a lot more work, if they had any sincere inclination to do so. Yet I have no idea about looking for work now, after all this time.