I’ve just been reading ‘Ten reasons not to get a job’, (Thanks Euan) an abrasive attack on anyone who works for someone else.

Unfortunately there isn’t a way to leave comments there, so I shall comment here and hope that the author checks Technorati.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Smart people build systems that generate income 24/7, especially passive income.  This can include starting a business, building a web site, becoming an investor, or generating royalty income from creative work.

Which makes Doctors ‘not smart’, which makes Airline pilots ‘not smart’, which makes anyone who does physical work ‘not smart’.  It makes *me* ‘not smart’.

If you start your own business then you are employing people who you consider to be ‘not smart’.  Hardly a way to build employee relations, and if everyone follows these rules then there will be no-one to employ.

I see people who make money off the backs of others every day (I do a fair number of jobs in Docklands), they need ambulances just the same as everyone else.  It’s a dream that everyone becomes creative geniuses investing in other people – but without actual *workers* there is nothing to invest in.

I’d like to see this idiot tell the person who empties his bins that they are ‘dumb’, or even better the policeman who stops him for speeding.

We can’t all live on designing web sites or making ‘inspirational’ announcements.

Some of us do physical work.  The difference is that some of us enjoy it or get worth from it.

I think that makes us ‘dumb’.

(I have no idea why I found myself getting angry after reading this.  Perhaps a subject for self examination).

 

On Monday (after some prodding from certain readers of this site…) I took up an offer from Ian to go canoeing on Regent’s canal.

It was a beautiful evening, just cool enough at half six to be doing some physical work, something I try to avoid doing as much as possible.  While I have paddled before (some Welsh rivers and a bit of time in the Mexican sea), it appears that canoeing is not like riding a bike, in that you can’t pick up where you left off.

Thankfully the club is understanding about those who aren’t the strongest paddlers – they have a welcoming attitude to people new to the sport.  After a bit of pottering about I began to remember some of the important things about balancing in the water and the effect that the wind has on your ability to travel in a straight line.  I managed to get the thing pointed in the direction that I wanted to go, and off I crawled.

The first thing that I saw was a dead fish floating in the water.  This was soon followed by a dead duck.

No matter – things die all the time (often when I’m around), so after a bit more paddling, only occasionally ending up spinning on the spot, I managed to take in the greater part of that little section of Regent’s canal.  There is a nice-looking canal-side pub, I saw some baby moorhens being protected by their parents.  A police ‘Serious Assault’ information board and a stencilled bit of graffiti under a bridge.

Then. under a lovely sunset, Ian and I chatted about various things – very relaxing after a couple of busy night-shifts.

It’s something I’d like to do again, unfortunately, as with everything else in my world, it all depends on shift patterns.  There are lots of things that I’d like to do but if it requires commitment (like martial arts), then it’s very hard to arrange when rotating shifts get in the way.

Oh well – such is life.

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My mum and brother are away on (another) holiday for nearly two weeks, they are off looking at bears in Canada or some such.  This of course means that muggins here has to once more tape around 60–70 hours worth of television for them.  Including poxy bloody neighbours.

I’m waiting desperately for NTL to bring out their PVR solution (as the PVRs on the market don’t work with their cable box do they?), whenever I try to get PVR working on any of my computers it always ends up failing (and don’t get me started on MythTV or anything else Linux based for that matter).

So if you are in Canada and see a mad looking woman and her balding son, give them a wave – and if you can direct them to the bears they will be very grateful…

After they come back they have a day at home before we all head off for a family holiday in the Dominican Republic.  Gawd knows how they are going to cope without someone taping all the telly for them.

(Yes, that description of them is my revenge for being stuck at home).