O, FFS, what on earth is the matter with me. I had been (the quiet) half of a landscaping business for 15 years until partner finally had to cave in with dodgy health issues...leaving me to literally, get on my bike and look for work. So, I can just about manage doing 'permitted work' (cos I am on the 'NAB') and some gardening...but honestly, this is kinda hard for a creaky non driver. Anyway, I have just put in a couple of months and have been completely feeble with the whole 'dealing with people'. Plus there is at least one garden which is going to be a fucking nightmare...not least because my customers are clueless, blind with monstrous expectations. Whilst I am faffing about, I have also been unable to actually invoice anyone cos I am having massive doubts about my competence and...well, everything really.
May well have to delete this rubbish...as writing it out is not really helping tbh. More like convincing myself that I am an epic fail. This is an awful situation to be in - the sole breadwinner, yet shy, anti-social and hopeless at dealing with people...particularly stating unpalatable truths (such as your garden is a tree and weed infested mess which is utterly beyond me and actually needs burning to the ground and starting over - needs at least £6000 just to clear it...and not the measly hourly rate you are paying me (and 2 hours a week is never going to cut it). I don't think I actually have the physical heft to really do the sort of jobbing gardening which seems to be what people want and need (not some maniac plantaholic wittering endlessly about umbellifers).
Backed into a corner because partner owns a little wood so cannot make any claims for benefits so we are living on my ESA,..not to mention shenanigans regarding cohabiting (if we don't have my benefits we starve...or sell the wood (and all of my offspring will cease to talk to me). How did we get in this mess...and how can I be a better, braver gardener when I can barely manage a civil convo with actual real people. O Bloody, bloody hell.
May well have to delete this rubbish...as writing it out is not really helping tbh. More like convincing myself that I am an epic fail. This is an awful situation to be in - the sole breadwinner, yet shy, anti-social and hopeless at dealing with people...particularly stating unpalatable truths (such as your garden is a tree and weed infested mess which is utterly beyond me and actually needs burning to the ground and starting over - needs at least £6000 just to clear it...and not the measly hourly rate you are paying me (and 2 hours a week is never going to cut it). I don't think I actually have the physical heft to really do the sort of jobbing gardening which seems to be what people want and need (not some maniac plantaholic wittering endlessly about umbellifers).
Backed into a corner because partner owns a little wood so cannot make any claims for benefits so we are living on my ESA,..not to mention shenanigans regarding cohabiting (if we don't have my benefits we starve...or sell the wood (and all of my offspring will cease to talk to me). How did we get in this mess...and how can I be a better, braver gardener when I can barely manage a civil convo with actual real people. O Bloody, bloody hell.