Between contracts
By the time you read this, I shall be shooting the 鈥榠n-between-contracts鈥� breeze. Yep, I鈥檒l be unemployed 鈥� however 鈥榖etween contracts鈥� is more positive. You might be reading this on the bus squished up against some whooping cough attack, while I鈥檓 writing next weeks column on my little table sipping cups of ginger tea in my PJs.
While I cannot wait, my parents are a little quiet about the matter, and not because they don鈥檛 like ginger tea. One must be continually employed in their book. Years ago when Dad was looking for a new job, he went and cut firewood. He did blokey things. His backyard shed would put Bunnings to shame.
I don鈥檛 think my parents believe there are enough felled trees in Sydney for me to find to chop into wood for fireplaces, or is that they can鈥檛 imagine me with a chainsaw? My half dead Lancer would never cope with a tree trunk in the back seats anyway.
First stop is school holidays with the mini men. Waking up on 1聽of July deciding which coffee shop we should聽visit first instead of ironing a shirt, will be decadent.
I don鈥檛 think I have stopped continually working since 2007, interjected with my European summer three years ago.
I have devoted considerable time to thinking about the magic of no work for a little while 鈥� I鈥檓 sure in three months time I鈥檒l be panicking and thinking about the magic of mortgage repayments and finding a job. In the meantime I鈥檓 happy escaping the rat race.
I鈥檓 38, perhaps it鈥檚 my second mid life crisis? Maybe I should get a new career, open my own business or become a tradie鈥 like the uniform, outdoors, boots鈥� wait a minute – that could work.
Reality will come too fast I know, bills, school fees, bank loan deductions and pocket money for cups of joe.
Enjoy the bus, I may join you again, or I may not. I need a toolbelt鈥�
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