Listening to: Rome
2014 has been a horrendous year, by the looks of it - for everyone. Personally, my year consisted of gradually being pushed further and further back down by that rock I never decided to fight with in the first place. Family life, personal life, relationship, artistic development, even things like reading.... I have never been this low before.
2015 has started with me being told that the missing hours at work, 50 hours last month, won't be paid to me. With a bit of luck, I might see a half of it. Next week, I'm scheduled for 20 hours - that's £120 a week. That more what I would get on jobseeker's by an hour. Having been looking for another job for two years now, I'm close to giving up completely. It is sad that my main problem in life is money, but how can I not despair over it, I have bills to pay. My current goal in life is to buy a desk so I can actually draw (I have serious back problems and I can't draw on my laps), but hey, no, I can't afford it. Last year I invested in a sawing machine, as a new year's resolution/gift to myself. It has seen daylight for a week, then I realised you cannot saw on the floor... And that, my friends, is the whole spectrum of my artistic endeavours.
Looking at the positives, I have four days off which I can try devoting to artistic development. And getting a job in a strip club. I'm being serious here.