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In the past I had to use LinkedIn for work. Apparently it was essential. It was the last unknown secret to finding new clients and lucrative business leads. If you connected with people you would achieve endless business meeting requests, large repeat orders, life long professional friends and untold riches. Bollocks. There are people who make a living offering courses on how to use LinkedIn. How they generated "£10 million in sales" and "just by playing around with it". Fuck, there are still plenty of gullible people fuelling these sharks. All I ever got from it was: Recruiters trying to connect, who then think they could head hunt me to a company I would never want to work for. Suppliers who wanted to spam me their crap that I would never have any intention of purchasing. People boasting about how great their job was, how they started a company from £1 investment (usually means they pinched, borrowed, re mortgaged, robbed a bank, sold the kids) and it how turns o...

Fucked off

I'm burnt out, knackered, shattered, fucked, down to my last ounce of energy. Like I've just swam the English channel whilst wearing a gorilla suit, pulling a rubber dinghy full of illegal immigrants to the new promised land. Like I've been treading water for 2 days, with little hope waiting for the inevitable. I either sink to the bottom taking 2 minutes whilst my life drifts by my sad, tired, bagged, sagging eyes. Or I crawl up the beach onto the plastic strewn, shit smelling, jam ragged, used condom covered infested sand, right into my next bum fucked day. I' m either treading water getting by, or slowly sinking and crawling along the bottom struggling to get out. You get the idea. I no longer want to be staring at a computer screen for 10 hours a day. I want to be staring at a rack of tits in a tight bikini top on a beach. I no longer want to answer to anyone. Only the sun tanned, tight short wearing, long haired, blue eyed, full lipped, pert arsed, camel toed barma...

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