My baby turned blue as an iceberg do and I sank to the bottom of the sea.

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• Wikipedia London meetup, Easter Saturday, 26th March, lunchtime, Central London pub to be determined.

I've yet to find this alleged existential ennui of unemployment. When's the boring bit? Please?

The job search is ticking along nicely. I've been applying at £35–45K, up to £55K in some cases. (The effect of adding L*n*x to a CV with four years' Solaris.) Yesterday I conducted a job interview by phone in Hoe Street while snow blew up my nose. (The water-based kind!) Years of tech support, of course, having given me the superpower of perfect voice modulation under all circumstances. Today I have spoken to pimps and pottered about the house. Tomorrow I have my first face-to-face interview of this round.

I'm currently going through things I actually like doing and working out how any of these could be monetised. It's disconcerting in this context that one of my favourite things is demonetisation of these areas. Obviously a victim of communist Open Source propaganda.

There are many things my brain enjoys. No-one will yet pay me to edit Wikipedia sixteen hours a day. No-one will yet pay me to read and comment on LiveJournal.

The real goal has always been to reconcile keeping my brain with eating. Keeping my brain is the primary goal. It took till my thirties to cope with working for a living at all. Working a job has always been selling chunks of brain tissue.

Can blue men sing the whites? Whoredom for a while is one thing, for a life is another. The wear and tear shows on my body. See that bald patch? Feel the tension in my scalp. Ask Liz how I look after a hard day's pounding. There's good reason sysadmins call recruiters "pimps."

"What did you do before the Singularity, Grandad?"
"Uh, just worked a day job."
I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO.

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[ronebofh.livejournal.com]

The ennui doesn't hit until after 4-6 weeks, in my experience.