With April's Warmer Weather, I Have Been Making More Money Again During Spring Clean Up, Which Leads For More Work Down The Line
Working for peanuts but proving I am fit for some type of work, and handy during spring clean up in my community. Working with the Government line of 311 for municipal pick up of trash and recycliables, while trying to synchronise scrap metal collection and collecting hardware off furniture, as a way of collecting poundage for recycling efforts. Gunning for the nickel and dimes it is worth, for budget investment in myself and company. It is difficult to get proper scrap dealers organized to handle recycling of neighbourhood household electrics and electronics. The price of fuel for a truck to properly handle recycling of certain household items, makes it more and more difficult to accomplish the recycling that needs to be done.
How do I try and put it, my street is not for sale, nor is my community around the street I am part of, foreign Nationals that can not even be part of writing a lease correctly with a Canadian citizen, has become a real hornet's nest of complications unfolding. How can one sign a lease and not understand what is written on it? I was pushed into a lease without it being hammered out right for my needs. It was like just sign the paper, so I wrote and signed, technical he accepted my ammendment.
So I have something to chant about, while learning the microphone with an instrument in my hand.
As a mental health consumer it has always been difficult proving I am fit for work of some sort. My specialty developing around practical engineering application for recycling in my community and sterilizing the dirty garbage bins How to convince people to do it with the right objective in mind, to recycle better and more effectively. Trying to get the political influence to move a mountain of complications around domestic, and industrial waste or recycling, starting at the street level within the community. The crews that handle the city's waste management and recycling have to be commended for what they put up with, while trying to handle the island's waste and recycling management with the different levels of Government in a semi structured society for proper recycling and waste management.
I am getting fed up again with what I have to deal with, I am sick and tired of people finding problem with me the mental health consumer! The weaker mind so to speak, that never can do anything right according to those around me in the mental health staff that I deal with. All some people want to do is argue with me for what? At 62 years old, it is like I am not wanted in Canadian society, not allowed to earn a decent living and be in decent accomidations through my art and engineering talents. I did not know mental health consumers like myself, are not wanted in Canadian society for the most part, but can be used for free labour sometimes, making present emotions and feelings. I deal with people pushing to argue with me, while others see the light in me, and I have to end the arguing with the wit of my tonque. The visit from the mental health staff member turned sour when the individual incinuated I hallucinate the media still. Why am I in this God awful mess of a situation once again, as an educated mental health consumer that does not feel wanted by society, while part of my story has been in the media for a long time. It is that stumbling block one feels as a complex as a consumer. Someone can prove me wrong when ever they like. I have no life due to the stigma of mental health and what comes with the title, now I am hallucinating the media again before the up coming Tribunal. I am really damaged goods over this issue and trying to find my way through it.
Sorting out this mess of emotions...editing and sorting thoughts...
Judges, Lawyers, Doctor and Pharmacist with their staff, make all the money in mental health, if I do something to better my life, I get pushed around and done in every time, it has been five years and still waiting for my inheritance from Mum's passing. This is a sample of how nothing goes right around me, I get a complex like anyone else. There has been unjustified practice of pushing me around and insulting my intelligence. I take out the issue on said people I deal with for the courts, that are suppose to protect me, instead I go narrow minded and blaming the system that is failing around me. I am due at a Tribunal, to be judged again. I can not even be an Engineering Technician, which I went to school for, to earn a living and keeping busy somehow. What I went through, proving I know what I am doing with a tool in my hand in my neighbourhood. With what has gone on in the recent past while I was proving my skills, unleased events that should not have transpired. When part of me dies in a toxic atmosphere. To nail it on the line, lingering gases from black mold do not make for the best of living atmosphere, side effects of medication seem to come out in the cold and damp as it is now, like a gypsum mine of gases. I went through the same type of complications in an older building when I was younger, and going pre-cancer at that time, I am scared of that end result again.
Even although I am an associate member of Engineers Without Borders, through a Chapter here in Montreal, I still get the extra scrutiny when people know my mental health status. Those that do not know, when they find out about the diagnosis, the problems start. All I can say is I am 62 years old at this beef, and at it since the year 1984, when I started finding my way in mental health as a consumer, while always trying to work, educate myself, and earn income for a pension cheque one day. I am part way there, still alone taking on a system that does not reward boat rockers, because I am an educated "schizo" that has rocked a boat a long time ago, and still paying the price for it. Then I am rocking a boat once again, fighting for just engineering practice in a multi-unit building that I am stuck in at present. I can wake up smelling the dampness as a thick blanket hovering a bit, until aired out some. Walls and ceilings boxed up too soon after several leaking pipe problems, not dried out right over the years, which I witnessed since I came here in March 2014. Then the caulking between wall and floor to cut back on internal wall gases and dust from seeping into the apartment, needs to be done or get a better place to live by working a tool in this wth ay. Bad health issues seem to come out in such an unworthy practice oorking a tool as to this building I live in, falling short of Canadian common practice by our own skilled labour teachings and professionals at maintaining the older structures. Filtering my water, could have saved me from the building's rusty pipes once again.
Getting some news after Church, during this long weekend of May, the war in Ukraine and the G7 summit are highlighted. How to walk the middle of the road in Canadian politics? I know what is in the news, which makes me the nervous character that I am, through being aware of Ottawa's gossip and its security issues. Foreign Nationals and Chinese influence, India pressured for a role they play as an economic powerhouse during these troubling times. Artificial intelligence is in question, and how to use it, it has helped me with my writing skills, I know my prolific sardonic writing is not wanted. What comes out of me with feelings of suppression and using a keyboard should not be. The system is tainted with a rocky road, to hopefully lead to something more positive in life. Determination, and the scattered thoughts thrown my way as an influence to keep me balanced, coming from my friends that make for family, and associates in my neighbourhood, help me through the the time I am alone with the complications of surviving mental health.
I Have Always Been Taking Something Home, To Dish Up As A Stubborn Mule, With Method To My Madness In Society
Below, My Little Tune "The Haunted Pipe", That Needs Budget To Get Something Right In A Recording
I forget when I created this piece I call "The Haunted Pipe", it goes back with me a long way, some say it is too haunting for them. It sums up my life, haunting! No likes to hear me learning my recorder. I have some score sheets to practice with, I clued in on how to read notes from elementry school lessons, just need to pay for some coaching, to learn how to play with timimg and all. To rent a practice room at the University, for now I figure I will have to go outdoors somewhere in a park with the nice weather. I do not want to amount to noise pollution in public either, blowing my recorder in practice can be irrating to the ear of others, as my room mate mentioned to me early evening when trying to practice.
Like Work, As One Piece Of Art Leads To Another
"The Bleeding Changing Planet Is Haunting" Below, Medium Is Ink Brush
