My Own Voice

Well there you are. I have been dithering about what to do and my own voice, from way back in 2005, tells me most unequivocally! Turns out I'm not a first time Blogger after all! No Love For Money...that's telling me! With no recollection of writing it I was sort of alarmed that somebody else had managed to put something on my site. Was that usual? Some sort of mysterious communication? It just appeared! It has not been there all along. Then I started reading it and realized, I had indeed written it. I really did laugh out loud!
Here it is now, the nineteenth day of the New Year, year 2011! Still dithering as usual, somehow I must do something, sometime. That is all I'm certain of. Could anything be more difficult than landscaping? Oh, definitely! Genocide nursing homes, factories, bars and any other mad scramble for money I have endured, all are much worse than landscaping. In truth, I quite like it. I will never have another boss I adore like my current one, my Gracious Majesty. I have become friends with any number of deeply cool people through work. Garden Gnome, my dazzling Princess, Sister Soldier, we all love being outside and cannot imagine having to be inside all day. Routine it undoubtedly is but with a surprising degree of variance in what needs doing. There are even a few gardens I would genuinely miss. Majesty does a great deal to keep the boredom from becoming too mind numbing. The physical labour itself could lead to injury at any time yet it does keep me strong and repetitive stress is not nearly as likely as it was in the factory.
Would I be better off to just remain slave labour for my current employer? (This being the owner of the company, not my beneficent Majesty) Should I continue to tolerate the ruthless devouring of my time and strength? Ignore the heartbroken pleading of my own talent as it dies of neglect? Absolutely not. I am not well paid and have no job security or benefits of any kind. We are not even paid overtime! Besides, do I really want to keep slaving away for a bunch of rich people who, for the most part, are utterly faceless to me?
No I do not.