So there it is. I have moved. I have managed to condense my previous existence in a three bedroom house into one room in a house share. It’s official. And I am rather chuffed with myself. I have streamlined, downsized, sold and thrown away more junk and unwanted clutter in my life than you can possibly imagine, both physically and metaphorically.
I’ve moved on yet again. I have learnt the lessons and I am not going to make any of the old mistakes again. This is the beginning of the rest of my life. And it feels like the best spring clean ever.
As if the week couldn’t get any better my six week data entry role in a mind numbingly boring office will also come to an end and I can get back to the studio. Because if there is one thing that’s certain, it’s that creatives do not belong in office environments.
By the time I leave I will have processed nearly 5000 enrollment forms and stuffed and franked envelopes for almost the same. It’s the same thing day in day out but it pays well enough to fill a noticeable gap in my income and for that reason alone it has been worth it.
I shan’t be sad to leave however. I won’t miss my new routine – dreading Monday mornings, wishing the week away. I liked how it was before when Monday’s were happy days and I could get everything done when it needed doing rather than trying to crush everything into Saturday before the banks shut.
I know that ultimately there will be periodic returns to the office. But each one will have an ending in sight which makes them all bearable. For now, I am looking forward to having my creative freedom back again.
The expectation that everyone should ‘know their place’ financially may seem absurd but you may have noticed more and more how anyone ‘getting by’ who isn’t the elite in this country is being penalised for it to apparently help reboost our economy. How taking tax paying shoppers off the high street is helping I have no idea.
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I first started temping in London in the late 1990s when it was lucrative and you could get some very interesting assignments. It wasn’t always like that but generally once you’d got yourself into a big company and proved your worth they were reluctant to let you go and you could bounce from one short term position to another for years.
You felt valued for it because you were filling in an important gap in the machinery, quickly and with little stress. Because hiring someone, asking them to sit at a desk and do a job with no training other than ‘this is who you are working for, this is your computer and this is your phone’ was a standard introduction. And if you could instantly become good at your job based on that, you were in luck. I made it a specialty of mine and it kept me in work for years.
Temping isn’t quite what it used to be and I’ve just returned after a nearly four year absence. Maybe it’s because I am no longer working in London. Maybe things have just changed. These days you often have to go through an interview post agency sign up and the jobs can be less than challenging.
I’m still trying to work out why I was hired for my present contract. It’s a 37 hour week for 4 – 6 weeks but at a push I probably manage to fill the equivalent of just one day a week with useful work. I’ve not tried to pretend to be busy. I’d rather be doing constructive things than trying to look busy reading the company website for the third time in a day or trying to frank the mail as slowly as possible to make that last hour just a little bit more interesting. I work fast and efficiently. Maybe that is one of my problems.
I am exasperated. I feel like my brain is dying and I am wasting my life. I shouldn’t be. I’m earning money and paying bills. That has to count for a lot. And I always say I’d rather be in a job I hate than have no income. BUT when I think of all the other things I need to be doing it pains me. I do hope things improve. I know it’s not London, but come on guys.