>Everything was planned, ready and laid out for me to get up at 7am, be out of the house by 7:45am, and on that first bus at 7:52am. I went to bed early, about 10pm … and was still tossing and turning 2 hours later. Then I was wide awake at 6am remembering that I hadn’t set the heating to go on earlier and I hadn’t put the cat litter tray down – well, I’d be out the house for more than 10 hours and I prefer the cats to be in for that length of time.
At 6:45am I got up – shock, horror – as anyone that knows me will agree. Even the cats looked at me as if I were “gone out”. “And we call this what time?” they both seemed to say. Then: “You expect us to go out at this time of night?”
I reset the heating, prepped the litter tray, decided against the trousers I’d put out ready, packed the lunch I’d prepared last night (Ms Uber-Organised), and was out of the house at 7:45am.
The first bus was late but ok. The train was on time. There was snow in The Lebanon … erm, Rotherham. The central railway station is, I hope, under refurbishment, because if it isn’t, it’s the pits. There is no mobile signal at the Interchange. My second bus was missing. Not late, just not there. Fortunately there are regular buses to the hospital opposite, if you know where to go. I didn’t, but I do now. And I “clocked in” at 9:25am.
One hour and forty minutes to travel 12 miles. But as I can no longer afford the petrol to come here … (yup, they no longer pay me enough for me to get to work), I’d better get used to it.
And that brings me nicely to … the day job.
We currently have no magazine. I currently have no boss. I still have a department – all one of me. When I started here 6 years ago I was working 15 hours a week. Now I work 24.5 hours per week, 3 days one week and 4 days the next. I wanted to do my 3 part-days consecutively to give me a longer weekend, but my boss wanted me to stagger the days. In 6 years the only reasons I’ve really needed to be here on a Friday have been social. Mostly.
So, as I get used to my new travel arrangements, and while I await my new boss to be installed, I have 3 choices. I can carry on doing Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and alternate Thursdays; I can try Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and alternate Fridays; or I can go back down to a 3 day week (21 hours) and do just Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.
I think that if I reduce the hours, or at least take all of my days consecutively, the uncertainty while they sort things out will be easier for me to bear. This week is a 4 day week anyway, but I may try the middle of the week thing next week, when it’s a 3 day week (but don’t anybody tell Colin …).
One of my New Year resolutions was to come to terms with my current job or find a new one. Maybe this is a step towards coming to terms with it. According to my budget, I can afford to drop the extra half a day a week from February, and when the magazine gets the go ahead again, I can’t realistically see us doing the translations for much longer if at all, so I won’t need that extra half a day a week either. When we added the extra half a day a week last time, they did it from 1 April.
Four consecutive days at home would be great and would make this (changed) job much easier to tolerate.
We have a light smattering of snow in Sleepy Hollow but there was nothing back home in the Back of Beyond. There was, however, too much cloud cover to see any eclipse.
I have another adventure later – the journey home. Wish me luck.