This whole requirement to earn money is a right pain in the backside. Nearly a quarter of my monthly bills consists of council tax so I’m earning money just to give it away to wasters who will then use it to make my life miserable. Twenty percent of everything goes to other wasters who will use it to make my life miserable, about ten percent or so goes to wasters running a Ponzi scheme that pretends to give me a pension providing I can manage to age faster than they move the goalposts away, and then they have VAT and duty on stuff I buy.
Why can’t these damn spongers get real jobs and earn their own money? Everyone moans about ‘their taxes paying for those on benefits’ but nobody seems to mind paying for a load of suited monkeys who do nothing but interfere in their lives. At least those on benefits aren’t telling you how to live. And, let’s be honest, they cost us less.
Anyhow, I did some of the money-earning writing and made progress on that instruction booklet on getting into print for free. I’m considering making weekends routinely slow times; the stats show that most of you have actual lives because there’s always a dip at the weekend.
There were also a few things ending on eBay on Sunday and Monday nights so I had to get some packaging done. One of the best investments I made were some boxes of 1/25th scale trucks. They are toys but with excellent detail. I bought them some years back when I had cash to spare. I only really wanted one of each to meddle with the modelling, but they were only available in boxes of twelve. But hey, they worked out at about a fiver each so I bought them. Since then, they have been useful presents for small nephews because they really are impressive models, and tough enough to play with too.
I’ve been putting the remaining ones on eBay to see how they’d do, and I have been impressed to see them sell for around £12-£14 each. That’s a better return than most shares. I should really save the last few for the run-up to Christmas.
The Volvo ones look like this:
They have the windscreen wipers and all the mirrors on a separate sprue. You could leave those off if you’re letting a really small child play with it. Best of all, they are entirely plastic so if they get left in the garden, nothing will rust.
I am still battling with my desire not to sell any railway stuff but seriously, it has to go. I tried to fix the lighting in a coach yesterday and well… no. I can’t work at that scale now. I have some OO gauge coaches, I can still paint the seats and fit proper lights in each compartment at OO scale but N gauge, I’m afraid, is a past glory. (Lighting trick – use a bridge rectifier, resistor and LEDs so you don’t drain all the power from the track. The rectifier makes the lights work in both directions. I am also working on using a capacitor to keep the lights constant and wiring coaches together to stop the maddening flicker. Really, it looks like a supernatural battle when they pass over pointwork. Also, I have fibre-optic that could put a light above every seat in OO gauge).
I think it’s probably best to sell that engine kit as a kit. It depends how that little moped turns out.
Anyhow, tomorrow is job-interview for the Night Manager job. I won’t have to go out until the sun goes down, so I’ll have to invest in a cape and a Transylvanian accent. If I get this, I hope the night staff won’t mind being referred to as ‘my cheeeldren of ze night’.
Managing, I can do, but this is in retail and I’ve never worked in that area. So if there is competition from someone with retail experience, I am stuffed. We shall see. Maybe they won;t like my management style anyway, it works but it’s not in the manuals. Basically, I do not treat people as ‘teams’ in the Borg sense. Instead I treat them as individuals, Staff like it, management consultants don’t.
So, what’s been happening?