Worky McWorkenstein…
She’s baaaaaaack.
No, not full time. Please. It hasn’t been a full six months yet. My sabbatical isn’t technically over. I know this because the pile of bills still gives me dirty looks every time I pass by them then stand around and whisper about how lazy and unmotivated I am. But I was on set today, watching, giggling, absorbing. I get called in every once in a while to learn different stuff and junk about the new position. It’s a bit different than my usual ‘show up on set and work my guts out’ for four days straight. There’s much more detail to the new job, less drama, which makes me verrrry happy. But after a day on the go I’m looking forward to having the rest of the week off. I’m exhausted! All that thinking and concentrating. Man. working is hard.
Kidding. I kid.
I have two weeks until the contract starts and I’m psyching myself up. Taking the train in this morning was a giggle, so bourgeois, suburban and civilized it made me giddy. Of course I was wearing jeans and a back pack so I didn’t blend in with the suits, and dresses with ankle socks and running shoes. Wait ‘til I do this everyday and I’ll be just like the regulars doing sudoku puzzles and ignoring the great view. My neighbor and I hoofed it to the train and she has the system all figured out right down to which side of the train the doors will open and which staircase to go down. She’s my new hero.
This will be a car-free job most of the time so there will be lots of walking and air conditioned train rides. How civilized. My carbon footprint is shrinking and now I can afford smokes. (Kidding! Don’t smoke! anymore)
On the intellectual front…holy smokes did you see HOUSE? Rarely do I get excited watching regular TV -but that episode was exceptional. The husband, fresh and ripe from his hockey game stumbled in half way through the show, then in a ‘sensitive’ moment ground his coffee beans in the last ten minutes during the most important scene of the show. Surprisingly, I decided to let him live. He’ll understand once he watches the episode and at that critical moment he ruined for me I will sit beside him and do all the things that annoy him like rubbing my feet together rhythmically, flossing, humming/droning in a minor key and chewing gum with my mouth open.
He may experience the episode differently than me but I believe it was an Emmy worthy episode. Next spring we’ll watch the TV award show and the husband will probably ruin the moment for Hugh by making coffee -loudly. That’s ok soon I’ll be a working class hero to the commuting public and I’ll be able to afford a good set of ear phones to shut out the preparation noise… and more!
Two more weeks to dream, scheme and await what remains to be seen.
