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I swore I’d never do this again

When I did a lot of deadline-driven work, I had a terrible habit of taking on jobs that were simply impossible in the time given. Sometimes procrastination was involved, so it was my fault. Sometimes, I overpromised what I was capable of, so I guess that was my fault, too.

Okay, fine. It’s my fault.

I always succeeded, somehow. Mostly through sheer terror of the shame of failure. But I swore I’d never put myself through it again.

Anyway, I was all, like, “sure I can lay out a book in four days. And take the photos? Of course. The copy isn’t finalized yet? No problem, just dribble it to me. Announce it ahead of time in the local paper? Swell!”

So, while I run in circles yipping, please enjoy some trivia. This stamp, as you may know, is a Penny Black – the world’s first postage stamp. And because it was first, England is the only country in the world that doesn’t have to put the name of their country on a stamp.

If you find a stamp without country information, it’s English.

Now, excuse me. Expect me scarce and terrified.


Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: August 7, 2023, 7:19 pm

If history be any guide, you will “pull it off,” as we say in the Ole USA.

I’d like to post a picture of Megan Rapinoe grinning and then lying about her final middle finger to the USA and her teammates but I can’t find one that has evil horns and pustulated facial skin to accurately express her true evil nature.

Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: August 7, 2023, 8:32 pm

Poor Weasel…. you fell into the “Retiree Job Trap”.

To wit: you took a job that wasn’t really supposed to be a job – just something to keep you moving a few days a week at a lazy pace; “let somebody else save the world while I keep the filing tidy.”

But one day, the fun job isn’t fun any more – it a JOB. For which you are getting paid fun job wages.

Happened to me. I had a lovely gig driving around in an air conditioned van delivering flowers to happy ladies two days a week. Somehow it grew into me working five days a week, stopped being fun, and I had to quit.

I kind of miss it but the whole point of retiring is not to work all the time, right?

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: August 7, 2023, 8:49 pm

Weasel! Give up your day job! You too can be a detectorist!
With loads of cash, GOLD, JEWELS, strange ancient thingies no doubt but a few inches beneath the surface of the areas Uncle B hasn’t tilled up as gardens!

(I lost the link for the military surplus Slovenian army mine detector available from Sportsperson’s guide, sorry).


Comment from BJM
Time: August 17, 2023, 3:46 am

The retirement job is indeed a dilemma, you want to keep your skills and mind sharp. Plus a little extra cash is always a good thing, and working is fun if you’re doing it right…but eventually, the day comes when you’re done,
and it’s Hammock time.

The trick is how to avoid being in each other’s pockets all the time. So you take up a hobby and before you know…it’s a bidness. Americans can’t help it…we are driven…well except for Gen Z…bless their hearts they have it all figured out. Until we Boomers and Gen Xers leave with all the money, knowledge of plumbing, and chicken math.

I’m listening to Stephen Fry’s “Myths”, “Heros” and “Troy”, he is a master of sly asides. You’d be surprised how many bits of ancient Greek trivia one can work into daily conversation.

btw- I read the books and may have previously recommended them, but the audiobooks are delightful. Fry’s narration adds a whole ‘nother dimension. The man is a treasure.

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