I’ve been putting off making my mind up about whether or not I continue with the temporary work I am doing.
The answer is (as I suspected it might be) I continue until the end of term, and start looking for new work as of now. Whilst I am almost certainly going to have an almost full time job after Christmas, I am not counting on anything until I have it in writing, and would rather look for something else as well.
I’m also astounded that I’ve worked far more hours in my possible future job voluntarily this week (as a way of getting me back into the swing of things) than I do in a normal week, am far less tired, and am in fact, more energised for the next seven weeks than I would have been if I’d sat at home, supposedly conserving my energy for the coming few weeks.
The simple fact is, even if I lived closer to my current main place of work (and I am not discounting the effect the travelling is having, and it’s not good) I am not energised by it. I am clock watching the whole time, the ethos of the institution does not work in ways I do, and I have no life outside of it on work days, as I’m too tired, both physically and mentally, when I get home. And, frankly, it doesn’t pay well enough to off-set the negative points. In fact, it doesn’t pay enough to live on, so I can’t afford to do the job, even if I wanted to. Not even when the wretched tax is sorted, and the back pay I’m owed gets to me will it be enough.
Still, there is much entertainment to be got out of my life at the moment. Including the pink, fluffy, medium, Romans moment.