
Birr Fabrics Research displayed in the Window of Occupational Detour
On tuesday afternoon last, at about 2 o’clock in the afternoon, just as my computer was really beginning to exploit my time, as it frequently & inexplicably does, I received a call in response to my Ad.
I had placed an Ad. on the local supervalu notice board (and also one within the FAS centre Jobs Club, one in the Paddy Powers Betting Office right opposite my own modest ‘shop’, one in Square News & one in Whelans, both news agents in the town). The Ad. basically asked:

Basically, there are about 98 squares of map to be cross-stitched, this is the objective. So I got a phone call anyway, a lady from the locality, expressing interest in the offer of work. I met with the lady, lets call her S. We met at the ‘shop’ & I explained what I was doing, exploring the meaning of the word ‘occupation’, and trying to find out more about the old Moquette Factory. S didn’t really know much about the factory, but she was aware of its existence. I introduced her to the technique of cross-stitching, and after S had coloured in 3 plots of the map, and had tried her hand at some stitching, I supplied her with all the necessary materials & a deadline of Saturday morning. She said she would see me on Thursday. This was on Tuesday.
A great feeling! I have someone on my team now, someone who is focused & means to produce, and produce well and on time. Though I’m a frightfully apologetic employer, and probably a little over anxious for employee welfare, it was a very interesting experience to hire somebody to effectively do my work for me… well, to help me with my work. In my earnestness to keep an equal footing with S I fear I was a little nervous, to the point where S, in a soothing voice urged me to ‘not be panicing’… I was panicing a little… and reasonably so, for I have no idea why I’m doing what I’m doing… I can only say that it’s really very interesting & enjoyable being in a position to speak with so many people, from such diverse walks of life, all interconnecting through this realatively small town of Birr, and around this subject of work & occupation, particularly in relation to the Fabrics factory that was.Before S left, with all her fabrics, threads & plots, she informed me that her Mother would be along with her on Thursday for a chat, and to have a go as well.
Today, Thursday, I met S & her Mother at the shop – I gave S some purple thread to finish her plots, and I inducted her Mother into the process of ‘The Making of Mainstreet’ as I’m calling it. It turns out that S’s Mother used to work in the Fabrics Factory… she worked in the Mending Room.
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