Is this wrong. A guy in the USA got an IT job working from home and out sourced his job to someone in China for a fraction of his wages.
Seems like he was doing what perhaps the company itself should have done.
I did enjoy the bit in the article where instead of working he spent his time ‘surfing the web, watching cat videos on YouTube and browsing Reddit and eBay’ Well we have all spent too much time watching silly cat videos on youtube. If you haven’t here is my favorite
I have just returned from 10 days back in Bulgaria and it has reminded me why I love the place so much. Having been back in the UK for nearly six months I have done nothing but slowly and slowly get more and more angry with the way the populous is treated. It might be that when you are here you don’t notice the drip, drip as the control from every facet of your life is taken from you by those in control. When you have taken the blue pill though there is no going back.
Our two cats have been feed and looked after by one our good neighbours Ilyas, and even after 6 months of very harsh winter were there to annoy us on our return. I should point out that when we first arrived back in the village that we were greeted by two of out younger neighbours who informed us that our ‘Cats are dead’ in perfect English. The smile on their faces gave it away though.
We have been invited to a wedding in late August so now have an excuse to return then, if one was needed.
Category: Bulgaria, Cats, UK
We bought our two cats out to Bulgaria, for some strange reason I am yet to fully understand. Cats can be quite useful, and certainly help
to keep the rodent population in check. But, why, why, WHY do the little buggers think that everytime I prepare a seed bed and rake it over, that
what I am in fact doing is preparing the ground not for seeds but for them to use as a toilet!
They then do this ‘pretend to bury it‘ thing which has no effect on its concealment, or for thet matter the smell. But has disastrous effects
on anything I may have planted there in the 5 mins before they crapped on it.
Cat poo aside, June is a time of the promise to come in my garden with a bit of rain and lots of sun, everything is shooting up and the first few things
can already start to be harvested. I spent a total of 3 seconds collecting my one and only cherry. I planted the tree when we first got here (nearly
three years ago) and it has so far produced 1 cherry!
Everything else is (weeds apart) doing great and it won’t be long until we have new potatoes (now bug free).
Followed shortly by my first lot of peas.
The first frosts of the year are happening, which means that the parsnips can be pulled as and when
there are also fresh leeks in the garden, and winter cabbages recovering from ‘cow’ attacks still growing. It is also the time of digging over the rest of the garden
before the really cold weather sets in, in January. My cat ‘Dave’ has also decided it was time for an early christmas present.
There I was happily surfing the internet, wood burner on the go keeping me warm, to be startled by a retching cat. I was presented with a half digested mouse
deposited on my pillow. Now, I am not squemish when it comes to blood, I have no proble wringing the necks of chickens. However when it comes to sick,
I turn into a squemish little girl. I think it is the smell, as well as seeing a half digested smell. I thanked ‘Dave’ the only way I know (Boot + Arse).
Moving on. My parsnips, the only ones grown in my village, and if the local fruit and veg market is anything to go by, the only ones in southern Bulgaria. I am
surprised by this, they have the perfect weather for them, they just don’t seem to be to popular here. I have taken a large pan of roast parsnips up my pub
to share but it appears they are an aquired taste here. As well as the fact that my neighbours are not very adventurous with their cooking. They know what they like
so why try anything new. I am always trying to get them to eat new stuff though.
Leeks however are very popular, and are used as replacement onions in everything from salads and pickles. Not a bowl of Cawl in sight.
My local pub has also got me in some dark beer which is only available in winter here, it is certainly on a par with normal beer served in the UK if only
a little to fizzy!