So much for giving up the day job. Spent the day, today, working. Not at my workplace, but at home; at home, for my workplace. For the workplace which I have given up; but which, in turn, has not given me up. The workplace that still expects me to do more work for it – for many, many more weeks until I have worked out my notice.
I volunteered for redundancy for many reasons. One of which, was the amount of work from work, that I find myself doing at home. My home is my workplace, and my workplace is my home. No more will these two locations have their boundaries so blurred. From now on, my home will be my only workplace, and the work that I do will be for me!
For the one and only me!
And yet – today, I spent my day, the day on which I don’t work, working for that other place. What will I do with my days at home, when I have no big boss employer to do work for? What will there be to complain about then? Will I even still be me; Me, the one who is defined by complaining about the demands of my 24/7 job?
Still me?
How absurd – the one whose life was defined by her workplace wasn’t me! She wasn’t me, so I will not still be her.
When there is no longer any workplace to complain about, I will be the me that I have always been.
Hello me!
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019
Please refer back to my earlier diary entries, e.g. Giving Up the Day Job 6.
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