Time to hit it...

and no, not a sexual reference. More of a 'hit the road running kind' of thing. It goes like this;
In 2009 I was told that my job no longer existed. That meant that people with less seniority, including a temp, got to keep their jobs while I was out. At first I really didn't care. They gave me my a nice severance check and I automatically qualified for unemployment. I figured it was time to go to school and get a business degree. Employers like them. For the most part, employers are idiots.
Then I discovered that school had become soooooo retarded. There were online classes. Now read that carefully. I said 'online' classes. Unfortunately, some teachers aren't bright enough to know what that means.
Why do we take online classes? No set schedule and no time to make it to school. These are excellent reasons for online classes.
Then why would they insist that certain things be done in a timely fashion and you will need to meet up with people and do group projects.
Group projects are the sign of a lazy teacher. Why should part of my grade depend upon some wet behind the ears kid who is younger than some clothes I own? It shouldn't and until they get this there is a certain university that should really stop offering what they jokingly refer to as 'online' classes.
Now, nearly two years later, I am quickly approaching the end of my unemployment benefits. I have a semester or two to complete my degree. Grants and things will help pay the bills for a while, but then what?
I recently started working as head editor and writer for Kzoo Music Scene, but that won't see money right away.
I am getting increasingly tired of job interviews and applications. These idiots known as employers would freak if I just came in there and said, 'Listen, I always showed up to work on time, did more than what was expected of me and the job left me. I never left the job.' They would think I am crazy. Hell, with the bald head and beard they probably think that anyway.
So, here is what I have decided to do. That's right, the long winded tirade was nothing more than the set up for this;
I like to do ceramics and am fair at it. My teacher has told me that the clay listens to what I have to say.
I am nearly finished with my Michael Legge book and that will at least sell a few copies. Hopefully, people will see what I see in Mr. Legge and it will do better. Who knows? Most people are sheep. Sheep don't read.
I am writing for a online magazine and that could eventually see gold and be a fruitful position. Not all my eggs are in this particular basket, but a lot of them like being there.
This leaves me with one choice;
To just go full freelance. Writing, art...you name it. Until one of these stupid employers decides that they see something beyond the Beard Of Doom (Thanks, Dan!)  and hire me then I have no choice.
So, this blog has transformed again into what is going on and what is making me money.
Wish me luck, faithful readers.
I'm gonna need it.