I heard on the radio this week (let's face it, most of my interesting, or otherwise, conversation is led by my radio programmes) that a Nobel prize winning Aussie discovered that stomach ulcers are not really caused by stress, but by a certain type of bacteria. He won the prize by proving that it was the bacteria by downing a glass full of liquid containing the bacteria, and henceforth getting an ulcer. The killer move in gaining the prize was that he further proved it was bacteria by taking anti-biotics and thereby curing the ulcer...the discoverer of the cause and the cure for stomach ulcers in one swift programme.
So not much fear of getting an ulcer no matter how much stress there is in life, although I never really hear of low stressed people getting an ulcer, it always seemed to be the super-charged Wall Street traders in the 80's. Must've been the bad diet I guess.
At the moment I'm trying to download some CAD software for a one off technical job (the first time in 23 years I've been approached to do private work, woo hoo!), and I have got to say that I earned the same amount in 2 hours sat on my bony butt as I have been doing in 3 weeks, tramping up and down the (mostly) well heeled streets of a local village, plying my Avon books to interested and sometimes blatantly uninterested parties.
Ii have to say that the humbler residences are really my cuppa, lovely friendly and encouraging people, who give you smiles, eye contact and a warm feeling. The more priveliged, the grander, the bigger the house, generally the colder, the ruder, the more condescending the occupant. They seem to automatically assume that, because you're selling something, you must be an under educated low life, and less than a human being for that. Which is really not cricket, as, if you're a decent person, who gives a stuff about how educated someone is, or their background (as long as not a danger to anyone else, of course).
But great chuckles also, reading about fellow Avon plyers-of-books' experiences of the rudeness of folk, one saying that a lady had told her, with a look of, yes, sure it was pity, 'Don't be too hopeful dear, I find it all rather cheap'. Guffaw!
I got a note in a book, which I'm absolutely positive was meant kindly, but saying that she had Avon from her neighbor and she 'hopes it works out'...Bless her, but made my heart sink for a minute with foreboding of hard times ahead..
So not much fear of getting an ulcer no matter how much stress there is in life, although I never really hear of low stressed people getting an ulcer, it always seemed to be the super-charged Wall Street traders in the 80's. Must've been the bad diet I guess.
At the moment I'm trying to download some CAD software for a one off technical job (the first time in 23 years I've been approached to do private work, woo hoo!), and I have got to say that I earned the same amount in 2 hours sat on my bony butt as I have been doing in 3 weeks, tramping up and down the (mostly) well heeled streets of a local village, plying my Avon books to interested and sometimes blatantly uninterested parties.
Ii have to say that the humbler residences are really my cuppa, lovely friendly and encouraging people, who give you smiles, eye contact and a warm feeling. The more priveliged, the grander, the bigger the house, generally the colder, the ruder, the more condescending the occupant. They seem to automatically assume that, because you're selling something, you must be an under educated low life, and less than a human being for that. Which is really not cricket, as, if you're a decent person, who gives a stuff about how educated someone is, or their background (as long as not a danger to anyone else, of course).
But great chuckles also, reading about fellow Avon plyers-of-books' experiences of the rudeness of folk, one saying that a lady had told her, with a look of, yes, sure it was pity, 'Don't be too hopeful dear, I find it all rather cheap'. Guffaw!
I got a note in a book, which I'm absolutely positive was meant kindly, but saying that she had Avon from her neighbor and she 'hopes it works out'...Bless her, but made my heart sink for a minute with foreboding of hard times ahead..
