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A new career and a pair of socks
Yes today has been a great day in many ways, and in some ways, death of one life and the beginning of another, I hope. Where do I start, Well I suppose by telling you the reason why it's been a great day, that in one day, 7 of the 10 books I ordered off amazon arrive in the post, with also a note to collect my missing socks, I will elaborate in a bit, and it is also the day I became one of those Wealthy Affiliate members, totally in over my head, but that's the way I like it,
a new dawn has begun, the dawn of a new career.
The story of the missing socks
As boring as it sounds, writing about missing socks, Seriously, I've been trying to get these socks, a gift from my mother, from the post office for 2 months now. Yes 2 bloody months. I had been away, living in Canada for a year and a half, and arrived home to the bitterness of the November breath, with 1 pair of jeans, 2 tops and a pair of socks.
Sad yes sad, but before I left Canada I gave all my clothes to charity, with the intention of buying more in San Francisco, which never happened because I spent all my money on trips, the holiday type, wine, coffee and books, and came home to the wind swept Atlantic bitter west of Ireland, sock-less.
Now I love socks, love the feel of them on my gorgeous looking feet, and been in the depths of a coming cold winter, and been broke, having no socks wasn't an option. Walking around in my trainers, with no socks, was demeaning to myself. I'd be sitting in a coffee shop, or on a bus, with the paranoia of a man having a bad trip, "They're all looking at my feet, I swear, they can see the shame of a man who is sock-less," Ah the horror!
To cut a boring story short about socks, my mother went out and bought me lots of new. fluffy, furry woolly lovely socks. and in to the post they went. That was December. Days passed, then weeks, by this time I had picked up some work, and bought some lovely woolly beauties, but the anticipation of my new socks and the possibility of them been stolen was driving me bonkers.
So I paid a visit to the local post office. "Yes Mr Byrne, we left a note in your post box to pick the package up, but you never came, so they were sent back to Dublin". For crying out loud, now I never received a note, so we arranged to have them sent back up to Galway, which, the cheek, I had to pay for arrrrr! but I want my precious socks, so the deal was done, and I went home an dreamed a dream for my lovely feet, about the love making that will presume when my wonderful socks arrive at the door.
January, 29Th. For crying out loud, back to the post office. " Now mister, its minus five out there, and my feet are lonely, where the hell are my socks" Like a parrot the same story puked out of his mouth, and I weeped in to my hand. " I'm not getting any notes" I say, and I'm thinking, maybe he's lying, and right now he's wearing my socks, my lovely kitten soft socks. But, after a brief little debate, we realise, my mother bless her, of course had messed up the address, and my poor socks had been journeying up and down like some touring woolly sheep. After paying out money again, I went home to dream a little dream.
23rd of february, Stevy boy pops downstairs to his post box, which is stuffed with books, ordered of Amazon, all poetry books, and he is very excited, so excited he howls out a little tune. Now as I was taking out the books, a little note fell out, which I slowly bent down and picked up, and lo and behold, Your package is to be picked up at the post office.
Yaaay, I drop the books, do a little dance, and noticing myself in the mirror, stop, look and shaking my head I whisper," Stevy, you really need to get out more."
Is a new career wise at 33
So, Ive decided to take a plunge in the world of Marketing on line. I have noticed a lot of clever people here on Hub pages making money online, which interests me, not just for the money, but for the challenge, and also the chance of improving my writing, because I would choose having a book of poetry been published over been rich any day, and that is my main goal.
I've been a chef 17 years and have used it to travel and live in a lot of places, and have had a great career. But I think now 17 years is a long time, and a new challenge is in order, and not been able to pick up much work, I believe it's an opportunity to learn something new.
That is why I'm now doing two things. One is going back to study English and History in college, and two, is doing an online course. I've been doing my homework for two months now, and decided it's what I want to do, and a while back I came across The Wealthy Affiliate Programme, and started to look in to it. Like anything on the net, I'm always very wary, and looked into it deeply, and it seemed like a great place to learn.
So yesterday, after much consideration, I joined up, and started today, way in over my head, but I said to myself, between here on hub-pages and The Wealthy Affiliate, I can soak in as much information as I can, learn from people, Ill give it a year, and after that year, if I believe I can make a career out of it, and if I'm doing well, I'll stick with it and hopefully been successful.
I'm very excited about starting something new, and this programme seems to have it all, and I just hope I can cope with it. I've a great intelligent brain, and starting from the bottom, but if I can make something of it and be able to work at home, and concentrate on my writings as-well, well, It could be a great year for me, fingers crossed. If any-one's interested in the Wealthy Affiliate programme you can take a look here.