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I just checked out ‘Google Startup’ after reading an article on ‘Trifter’ about making money working from home on the internet; no special skills needed. There’s a simple e-form to fill out, I came unstuck when it came to ‘Zip’ and phone info. I live in England, not the USA, so the information I typed in wasn’t recognised so I gave it up as a bad job as we say over here.

Now this awful aggressive virus site keeps popping up on my computer screen every few minutes asking me if I want more time to fill in its insidious e-form, it’s getting like a nightmare. Is this a sophisticated scam? I can’t see the actual ‘Google’ being so aggressively persistent (it’s just blocked up my screen again, is this going to be a permanent blight?) in the face of a failed application. If Triond is a socially responsible organisation they’ll remove this rogue site after reading this item. Though having experienced how they operate, I doubt it very much.

They encourage you to write prolifically for them in the expectations of making some money (the google startup page has just popped up again) for your efforts, but don’t get your hopes up, you’ll need to get a thousand hits before you’ve even made a dollar, which you’ll probably never receive and which, even if you do, is hardly going to save you from destitution is it?

I’d love to earn some decent money, I need some decent money to get me out of the hell-hole (and again it’s blocked my screen, it’s getting diabolical now; I hope that when I log off and shut down my computer it will break this evil infection?) situation I’m sinking down in (it’s like being sucked down physically and emotionally into quicksand) to the point where I’d be better off dead like the much hated, by me, Michael Jackass (no relation to Micheal Jackson) (4th screen block’s just occurred!!!) Imagine that you’re clutching at straws to keep yourself going in the face of hopeless adversity and all you get back is continual mockery by a grinning, broken toothed, one-eyed caricature of fate (and again, it’s happening every 2 minutes now; don’t go to this site whatever you do.) Well that’s been my hateful life so far (it’s done it again) and I’m 62 now. If I still didn’t hold out a deluded notion that even now there just might be something decent for once waiting around the corner I’d be reaching for the booze and pills to find some blessed relief (if any of you want to try this method don’t use paracetamol, you’ll bleed to death from every orifice if you swallow a hundred.) (google startup just popped up as a final footnote to this article on hopeless despair; that’s bitterly ironic by the way.)