Thursday, 20 April 2017

Why I am proud to be lazy

Lazy, idle, slothful, work-shy, sluggish, listless. These are all ‘bad’ descriptions of a person, something we aim not to be; to call someone lazy is to offend them. But why?

I am a lazy person, by anyone’s standards, ask my mum, ask my friends, check out the pit I have created for myself in my bed. I am lazy, and I don’t aim to change that about myself anytime soon, and I encourage more people to get on board my lazy train.

Don’t get me wrong, I have a job, I have bills, I have goals that I need to work for to achieve. I’m not checking out of life, I’m not going to the extreme of making myself a burden on society just because I can’t be bothered. There is the ‘good’ type of lazy, and the ‘bad’ type of lazy, the lazy who would happily let someone else take all the work, have no goals or aims, and just don’t contribute to any sort of life. I am not that lazy, I am the lazy who chooses the easy option, who chooses relaxing over work.

I work 9-5. 9am to 5pm, those are the hours I am paid for, however, my job views me as ‘lazy’ and ‘not going the extra mile’ because I will not work overtime, unpaid, for them every night, because I will not give up my time to de-stress and prepare for the next day so that they can get free labour. The fact that I do not work past five, has been brought up as a ‘negative’ in my yearly reviews, and has gotten me a smaller bonus than those who do. And that is, frankly, bullshit. Let me just point out that I do not leave a load of work for the next day, for the next week, for my co-workers. I do not half-arse my job and just sit and watch the clock until the dial strikes five and then scamper off without a care in the world. I fulfill all aspects of my job, I ace all KPIs; if anyone asks me to take on anything outside of my usual role, I will take it, providing it falls within the hours I get paid. And even then, I have done overtime on every occasion that I needed to - I just ask to be paid for it. And yet I am still lazy? I am seen as someone who isn’t as hard a worker as someone else because I leave to have some hours to myself?

I am of the opinion that if you constantly need to do overtime you are either bad at managing your time, not very good at your job, or have too much work and your work needs to employ more staff. Sadly, though, it seems that the working world sees the opposite, and working hours are becoming longer, and free time shorter, and we can’t help but go along with it just to afford to survive. Already weeknights are too short for those working 9-5 (or 9-6, or even 8-6 jobs that I’ve seen advertised). If you work those hours you’ll know how little time there is in the evening to actually do anything, not after you travel home, try and make yourself a fresh, healthy dinner, perhaps squeeze in a workout and then shower and get ready for the next morning, by the time you finally sit down it’s gone 9pm and that means if we’re going to get our ‘needed’ hours of sleep we need to be in bed by 10pm. Where is the roam for personal time?

And then to make it worse we have to read all of these articles that tell us how stress is the silent killer? How are we supposed to win?

I used to be among those who would brag about how busy and stressed they are, it seems to be something to be proud of now-a-days? It makes us seem more successful, if you've got free time surely you're doing something wrong? Instead I was wrong. I wished I had more free time, I was jealous of those who didn't have a mountain of things to do - so I became that person.

Perhaps it is because I am not ambitious in the normal sense. I do not want to be CEO of a company, I don’t want to become top in the corporate field. If I did, perhaps the longer, unpaid hours would make more sense, a means to an end. At least one day I will be super rich and my life won’t be like this anymore right? That life isn’t for me, as anyone who reads this blog will know. My ambition lies in making a life out of creativity, writing a book, making art, being happy.

I know stress is inevitable to make goals happen, to live every day life, but I choose to be lazy in an aim to lessen the stress I have to deal with. I choose to take the easy route to get something done, as long as it is still done properly, I choose to leave work on time rather than ‘go that extra mile’, I choose to spend weekends in bed without shame. I choose to be lazy, and I am proud to be lazy because it makes me happy.

Thursday, 13 April 2017

Folkestone - Kent - April 2017

With spring in full swing here in England, last weekend my family and I did what all Brits do at the sight of sun - headed to the beach. 

My parents aren't really the lay out in the sun kind of people, neither am I, they're more the 'lets go on really long walks when the sun is boiling our already sweaty bodies' kind of people, which I am not. To me, Sunday is the day of laying in bed doing nothing but dreading Monday, but I was summoned by my parents and that meant we were heading off to Folkestone, Kent.

As I've been there a few times over the years I thought I would take a few clips of the area and make a (very) short video:

Its a really beautiful area, though the beach being stony meant my going for a paddle ended in me whining in foot pain. Still it increased my longing to live by the sea, one day it will happen!

I don't know, since my holiday video I've been really enjoying making them, I think its the little nod to the home videos my dad would make when I was younger - they can be much more personal, and tell you so much more than pictures (which I still enjoy taking). Anyway, I thought I would share with you guys, and perhaps inspire some of you to go and visit Folkestone on the weekend!


Saturday, 1 April 2017

Book Review - Strange Medicine - Mike Russell

I was kindly sent this book to review by Strange Books - an indie press based in Brighton. I knew straight away that this book was for me, and was delighted to be given the opportunity to read it.

Strange Medicine is a collection of short, weird stories, that get progressively strange the further you read. I found myself snort laughing on the train home from work at the unexpected absurdity of the first story; a nice touch for the book, but not so much for the appearance of my sanity to the other passengers.

Unlike Pretty Monsters, the stories in this book aren't dark, or any way twisted. They're strange of course - thats said in the title! But I would describe them more as charming than anything else. They're easy to read, and easy to make you smile.

I've read a few other reviews on this book, and a lot of people comment about the morals of the stories, and what Mike Russell was trying to get across to the reader. It could be because I am fantastically dim, but to me there wasn't another agenda other than for the reader to enjoy short, weird reads. And I think that should be the way you go into it, not to look, and analyse everything that has been said for a deeper meaning (English teachers around the world stand in uproar), but to just enjoy it for what it is.

My only complaint is that the book wasn't longer, I think I finished this over the course of 2 days worth of train commutes.

If you don't like weird, if you like everything to have a strong significant meaning, then this book isn't for you. But if you're open, if you're willing to step into a world that is just a little bit odder than our own I would definitely recommend giving this collection a go - 4/5
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