A recent foray saw me visit some relatives in Glasgow. After an evening of catching up and wine, the micro-job man skills were requested for some yacht maintenance… could the DIY skills translate off-shore?
Not really a full micro-job so with some family discounting; £1198 to go!
Bank holiday weekend=Work night out Fri + club night for friend’s Birthday Sat + date with fantastic lady Sunday = endurance micro-job Monday…
Still, if there’s one thing I have in abundance, it’s stamina. I donned shorts, put a spade in the – still uncrashed I might add – Fiesta and sped across to Stockport.
Could I return Laura and Paul’s garden to an open space they could enjoy?? But of course, not even a triple-dip hangover holds back Micro-job Man…
Such fun in the sun means only £1393.81 to go!
Do you want some easy micro-jobs?
My friend Dave, co-owner of Adventure Spec rang the MJ hotline and asked for some help planning the launch of a great new off-road motorbike helmet into the UK. No digging, no DIY just tea-drinking and talking…a new era has dawned for Micro-job man…
Only £1428.81 to go now!
£1498.81 to go, on a micro-job freight train….
Helping a friend start a party-planning business? Hardly monkey business for Micro-job Man!!
£1578.81 to go!!
Whilst the horrific tango with the traffic wardens marked the first unsuccessful micro-job, I was not to be defeated. Sales procurred a better satellite finder and after some high altitude tinkering, he had Channel 5 on his Sky box, previously not available on the duff feed in his building.
The prospect of watching “Traffic Cops 8″ and “Fat Lesbian Wife Exchange” clearly had him welling up, but I persuaded him to give me a lift home and chill out with a few beers watching Archer.
Such relaxation would not last long and during a busy week both in work and out, somehow the glutton for punishment in me found time for a few hours of bamboo battling. Emily finally pandered to my (healthy!?) desire to burn things and as I dragged out the dreaded bamboo, this time I could make the bastard stuff burn….
Such back-on-the-trackness means that only £1613.81 to go!!! (46 MJ’s)
Things are not supposed to pan out like this..NO, NO, NO!!!
£1683.81…to go…[sob], [sob]
With the memory of Emily’s bamboo and the pain of micro-job #20 fading into the darker part of my cranium, I again put myself up for some MJ gardening. How bad could it be to try and rid her garden from the Eastern menace once again?
Well, a successful charity night where I was auctioneer and compère, meant a slightly fuzzy head to start with but after 3.5hrs of sunny (hard) labour, some extensive earth moving was complete but alas, the micro-job had taken a bit of a toll:
Such beavering away means only £1543.81 to go!!!!
9:30am Saturday morning: I knock and am greeted by Mr Sales in his pants, mid scratching his belly. The horror could mean one thing -- another micro-job!!
After the return from the dead video, the offers were obviously going to flood in. Whilst this Saturday night shall see me compère a charity night, such worthy activity shall be sandwiched between 2 micro-jobs:
Of course, I shall endeavour to record such exploits on video… now that must be it…
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Well, maybe not. Since my friend’s are already betting on it, I might as well put it on the blog.
My car (knackered Volvo) finally gave up the ghost on December 23rd 2009. Yes, as I powerslid around the snowy office carpark, Santa decided I’d been a bad mofo – at least in automotive land – and the lump of coal turned out to be a broken gearbox.
Obviously I did the only thing sensible – I put the keys in a drawer and disappeared to South America for 3 weeks. My return meant I had to sort the implausible-MOT-pass-in-2010 and so the Government scrappage scheme, finance and a new Fiesta seemed the answer:
So the obvious question…..
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