Say No

• At what point do you say no? That a task becomes too ridiculous and you see no value in it that you simply refuse
• You take your ball and run away in order to save time for another day?
• At what point do you reach that in which you can say no?
• Is it an age consideration or a point in your life where you feel confident in yourself?

For me, I have absolutely no idea when that point is but I know that I reached that moment a couple of weeks ago.

• Spending hours of my life printing, stressing out and thinking to myself, why am I wasting my time?
• Surely I have reached an age in which I should not be doing this?
• I should be able to pass this on to someone else or else what have those years been spent?
• Why did I go to university?
• Why did I get others tea and why did I help out if all that was going to happen was status quo?
• That really is the pressing question on my mind right now...why?
• Why did I invest in this when I could have simply stayed where I was and been happy watching the world go by whilst my daily intake of money continued to increase?
• Why did I not choose this route as it feels as though it would have been the lesser of two evils?

We all have decisions like this when we can choose to take the easier of the options or continue walking down the road which seems utterly ridiculous. Yet we know will lead us to bigger and better things.

We can choose to eject at any point and no one will think less of us and that is a consideration that we need to be mindful of as we only have a finite amount of time.

Writing this I have had three points of beer and am riding the tube home. On this journey I could be mugged, the tube could explode or I could simply have a heart attack after the Jaffa Cakes.

Who knows and that is what keeps life interesting as we never truly know what will be next...will we walk around the corner and discover a bag full of cash? Unlikely but you never know.

Life is full of unexpected twists and turns and that is what we need to be mindful of and why we should be guarded about our free time as it is incredibly precious.

When you become a parent your free time really is beholden to when your children fall asleep. You no longer have the luxury of going to the pub each and every night as you have responsibilities.

This is what teaches us why we should be guarded at all ages as to what is expected of us and what we are happy to provide. This is the dichotomy of what makes us human. That level of choice and ability to dictate what we do and do not want in our lives.

I want to live to a ripe old age but realistically I could get killed crossing the road on the walk home tonight. I may walk into my house only to find that my wife has decided that I should live no more and she has stabbed me up...this is a possibility...

It is one which I would prefer not to entertain but you never truly know what is next and this is where my annoyance from the experience came from. I spent hours of my life on a task that is unpredictable.

To use a printer that has a mind of its own sounds ludacris but that is the reality in which I find myself. To connect a device that has little to no meaning and really only exists to hurt me, when we could have spent £100 and got someone else to do it for us.

This is what I had to contend with and why I am very confused as to why I have given up hours of my life to this task as it is ridiculous. It is ridiculous to have to describe it to my wife and it is ridiculous to have to live through.

I am a professional with more than a decade of experience and yet I feel as though I have been beaten by a printer. A piece of hardware that has a mind of its own and it is my battle against it to be right.

I need to get ahead in order to showcase to those around me why it is essential that I remain employed. I am a cog in the overall wheel and one who is employed only as long as I am deemed useful, which is accepted.

What I continually come back to is the effective use of time and whilst we are taught to save money, surely there is a point in which this becomes a fallacy. A point when we are spending more money than would have been used by going to a company to do it for us.

A company that has been set up for this purpose rather than championing ourselves and so this is where my patience dissipated. I ended up with the desire to commit technical murder against an inanimate device. To cause permanent pain and damage for all the hours wasted.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job but when you are tasked with the consideration that you need to do something that could easily be paid, you feel like weeping.

When you begin to consider why you chose this carer path and why you didn't hang on at your last job and choose the easier option as rage against a machine is ridiculous. It should be left to the Terminator and yet when you experience it, it is tough as you hurt.