Going Solo
I don’t know if I mentioned this, but I quit teaching. The term has started without me.
I am now officially freelance and a hired gun. I now write stuff for a living.
Meeester is worried about me working from home. He thinks I’ll get lonely.
“You’ll miss the adulation of your students,” he claims.
I got many things out of teaching and I don’t recall adulation being one of them.
But the man has a point. I’ve started a new job and yet…I’m here at home doing the vast majority of the work. Alone with a dog and three cats, who lovely as they are , don’t have much chat. I’ve gone from being hoarse at the end of the day from talking, to looking up from my keyboard at the clock, and realising that it’s four hours since I’ve spoken to anyone human.
But…I quite like it.
But what if one day I don’t.
What if I start phoning up sex chat lines for the conversation (“no love, never mind about that, how are you?”)…or indulge in some lunchtime tippling with the farmers at the local boozer…or go to coffee mornings at the church for the wicked chat…or start inviting the postie in for a chinwag…or move my desk out into the front garden just so I can news with passers by….or God forbid, start having coffee with the oil widow mums at the school? Aaarrrghhh!
What if I forget how to banter…?
Nah, it’ll never happen.
