Once upon a time, when I was first recruited to write for this distinguished site, beating a long dogs’ line of contenders in a most gruelling interview, I used to complain about unemployment and dispossession. Back then I was Len the Unemployed Cleaner. But, over time something changed, mainly from the magic of being on Centrelink and dumpster diving to survive in my friends’ shed: I gave up on work, and indeed on life itself! Yes, I have never had a girlfriend, or a house, or a car; nothing in fact. Zero. Look, some guy has written books about this which are best-sellers in the local bookshop so not caring any more must be the way to go to make a few bucks:
https://www.amazon.com.au/Subtle-Art-Not-Giving-Counterintuitive-ebook/dp/B019MMUA8S
https://www.amazon.com.au/Untitled-Mark-Manson-ebook/dp/B07DTJ8YNJ/ref=pd_lpo_sbs_351_t_0?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=9NRKK85PYFN0EMZTPDPD
What was I going to say? I got so excited that I lost my terrain of thought, which is rather easy for someone like me. Wait, I have found it now! I pounce upon the little thought like a cat upon a mouse before it scuttles down the Orwellian memory hole:
https://www.counter-currents.com/2019/05/work-stinks/
