Waiting for 2017

December … A time of waiting … Hoping … Hopping? No, Easter is time for hopping. December is a time for hope … For some of us … That next year will be better. It has b…

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Job Sharin’

My idea of Job Share is as follows.

I see a great job that I’d love to have but I don’t have the qualifications or background or the hundred other attributes that employers usually demand.

October 1,  2015 and I just found what looks like a great fob for someone

Not me I tell you

Not for me

I am an artist

You will agree

Not exactly

My cup of tea

But for someone

A Bathurst job

Paying good wages

Is  such a dream

Eureka!

An artist job

Can this be true?

Only multi-media need apply

Mixed-media artist

Just will not do

 

My dream job is in Toronto. Like any good Canadian I love Montreal. But I love Toronto even more and would be so happy to live there.

So, why do I mention it? Because I was born to share I guess. My need to share comes out of years of experience. No, I am not speaking about actual paying-job experience. I’ve had little enough of that. I mean the sort of experience one gets from years of job-hunting, groveling before gatekeepers and volunteering help wherever and whenever I have seen a real need.

So …
If I were a salesman I might tell you that you’d better jump at this job since the offer is only open for one or two more days. Sigh, how many times have we heard that one?

So … My name is Sharon (I love how that sounds like sharin’) and here is the dream job I found today.

https://ccednet-rcdec.ca/en/job/2015/09/18/associate-research-and-policy

And why would I need a job, some might ask. Don’t I already have so much to do in my lovely studio at 212 St Andrew Street in Bathurst? Yes, but like most artists I am unable to make a living by my art. While I love what I do, winter is coming, NBPower rates will be going up and the studio will be getting cold. Already I must wear a warm sweater and leg warmers. Soon I will be wearing gloves to work as I did when I rented my studio at the Doucet-Hennessy House a few years back. This year I am presented with an additional challenge. A broken leg keeps me somewhat immobile and unable to move around enough to keep warm while I am working.

Harpin’ Without a Harper … With no Harp … The Rock Opera in Progress

2017
January 2
A new day has dawned.
Some might say
A time for change
What was it
That old man said
Be the change?
There is in memory
From long ago
An expression
A French saying
Mette la table
The spelling might
Be not quite right
But hey!
I set my table
The best I can
The best I am able
With good wishes
Peace and joy
Justice for all
As I serve
What I gather
From Mettacentre.org

………………….Horizon……………………………
Times are changing.
2016 is almost over.
The Harper knave
Never arrived

All those years
We waited
In precarity
While all across
This great country
Ad usque ad mare
As some might say
Bad spelling notwithstanding
Even those
Who never took a stand
For or against
We waited
For the Harper
Who never arrived.

Another year has gone by
Quickly so quickly
It is now December 2016

Much has happened
Still
We have no place

Artists and musicians
We struggle
In this place
Asking for little
Besides a safe place
To live and work.
For food they say
You must pay more
No one will tell us
Why that is.

Imagine
What this world would be
Without artists and musicians.
Yes, philosophers too
And others who care …
Nobody asking questions
That need to be asked.

A Study?
Yet another study?
While we languish
These last few years
While they study
Us to death.
http://www2.gnb.ca/content/dam/gnb/Departments/thc-tpc/pdf/Culture/StatusOfTheArtistResearchAndAnalyticalReport.pdf