BeeFourTwo

I didn’t necessarily get raked over the coals today by my care company, but I suppose some of what they said makes sense. It does piss me off though, that with eight carers comes the burden of having to work out what’s appropriate to one person is inappropriate to another person. I was fully thrown under the bus by I believe two of my team, they say I swear too much that I’m angry etc etc. The reality use they have no concept of what it’s like to be in my situation and be frustrated at just having to have things done for you. It is pushing me to a point of viewing my carers has not carers but tools to achieve a desired result.

I just reviewed the post that I put up over the last many years and not a single person has looked at them. This is fantastic because it was always aimed, it being this blog, at me getting shit out of my head and not offending anyone in the process.

Never do you wake up and punch the sky screaming “fuck it’s great to be disabled!” But regularly you wake up and think to yourself “fuck this shit; I don’t want to go through the next 3 1/2 hours.”

Semisonic said it best……

So you pay someone for a service you rely on; paying 20% above industry average in fact. However, you get about 20% below industry standards. Are these people lazy, or stupid in thinking that I won’t check their work, or just think they have a Monopoly on the services. What’s the cliche? There are plenty more fish out in the sea and I’m going fishing.

the Internet is just a source of disinformation. It is a hard task to trawl through all the shit and hopefully find what you are looking for. Then, if you make some sort of comment on what you are looking for, all the Karens and Kevins in the world will attack you. We live on a pretty fucked planet and B42 is all about getting shit out of my head and not plastered somewhere else. No one will ever read this, still there will be no names, just stuff in my life that that makes my head hurt.

So here’s the deal. Instead of whingeing about life in a blog I thought I would capture my thoughts and progress on my favourite hobby endeavours; Lego. That doesn’t mean that my non-existent audience will miss out on me whingeing about things. No, no no. There is a lot to whinge about in Lego.

Ive decided to blog again. Again, it will be a whingefest about the woes of life.

Nope. Eric, the fuckin’ whinger.

You read the title right, it’s all about those old fogeys whose hair has gone to the extreme of being white. And when you get three of them in the same place, they know absolutely everything. Currently, I’m listening to them regale about how much they know about doctors and doctors training and all about their degrees an internship. Fuck me, they dont even know the difference between an intern and a registrar and a consultant. Fucking white hairs.