I have apparently got a job. Erk! How did that happen!? Well, I know how it happened, of course.
I’ve never really liked working. It distracts you from all the other more interesting things that you can find to do with your time, like surfing the Web, reading about the Romans in Britain, visiting antiques markets and so on. Being beholden to an employer and perhaps being stuck in the workplace when you’d rather be out and about isn’t very appealing, either. On the other hand, work is one of the few relatively easy legal ways of making money and our first expedition of the year is fast approaching. A little extra cash would come in handy.
The best part of a job, I find, is the beginning, when you have just started and you are carried along by the novelty – new place, new tasks, new people. That’s why some folk work as supply teachers or temps. A temporary job has certain advantages. And that’s what this job is: temporary. It’ll be over and done with by the time we go off on our next jaunt towards the end of March but my wallet will be a little fatter.
Of course, I will not be working for myself alone but also for the government. They’ll be getting tax money out of the deal and it gives me a nice warm feeling inside knowing that I am helping to support my country. I expect you know what I mean.
Another good thing about it is the location. I shall be working in the same building as Tigger. We may even be able to go to and from work together and have lunch together.
Tigger’s company needs people for a short-term project and decided to ask around among employees’ families and friends in the first instance rather than going to an agency. I applied, not really bothered whether they took me on or not, and heard today that I have been accepted. I think the work is pretty boring but it’s only for 4 weeks or so – pas la mer à boire – and I can cope with that. And who knows, if all goes well, they might ask me back another time.
I just hope they’re not expecting me to turn up in a suit and tie. It’s dress-down Friday every day of the week, as far as I am concerned, and the contents of my wardrobe reflect this philosophy. No suit or tie in there. A look at the people in the building today suggests that that will be all right.
I shall miss my leisurely matutinal rising and slow breakfast at the computer but it’s only temporary. I keep reminding myself of that. (It’s only temporary, it’s only temporary…) And it’s in a good cause – money. I may even enjoy the change and I am certain to enjoy the extra spending power on our forthcoming trip.