Just in case anyone’s having a bad day:
Monday - leave home at 9:40, swing by 7-11, and then spend a couple of hours with a lovely young lady in the comfort of her bedroom. Future tenses today so we discuss career plans, work in general, and consult our diaries to plan mutually convenient future dates.
All this stress makes me hungry so I stop for a curry on the way home, have a nap, and spend the rest of the afternoon playing with the dog. Pay all my bills (at 7-11) and go do some admin stuff related to renewing my ARC. Ooh ooh, the worry and strain!
Round the evening off with an hour in a top-class hotel level-testing candidates for an executive training course, leave with an envelope containing an unfeasibly large amount of money. Home by 9.
Tuesday - this is an extra-stressful week for me as I have a lot of one-off jobs to do. Today it’s meet an agent to sign contracts on my lush new apartment with a balcony overlooking unspoiled countryside. More dog-walking, and by 4:30 I’m overworked so head for the pool to cool off.
From there to ‘work’. 3 hrs with a highly-motivated bunch of adults, no books. It’s a substitute class, so I take a bunch of material I’ve taught a zillion times already. Exeunt feeling fully energised by all that enthusiasm and laughter.
My supervisor needs my assistance proofreading some material, so she takes me to Friday’s and we do it over cocktails at her expense. Stagger home, stressed out, just after 12.
Today - slow starting, so I call my student to let her know I’ll be late. No problem. After class she notes my bank details because I feel like a whore having her count so much money into my hand after I spend two hours in her bedroom. Oh the stress!
Three hours for lunch, naps, etc. and this afternoon I’ll spend a couple of hours with a sweet 11-yr old who tries hard and seems to really like me. This evening I have to prepare a presentation for Friday, and meet the music truck. Will I buckle under the pressure?
Tomorrow - I have a meeting scheduled with a school that is currently re-organising some classes to fit in with my ‘schedule’. After that I’ll go to the beach with the dog, and in the late afternoon I’m meeting someone to do the paperwork on my new car. (Another one-off that adds to my workload!)
Thursday night is my regular adults class, loads of fun for three hours. I’ve known some of them for a year or so and the only stress comes when they catch me lying about my love life.
Friday I’m teaching execs all day. They send a car to pick me up and give me lunch, so it’s as stress-free as possible. In the evening I have a 1-1 with an investment fund manager who is practising his conversation skills. I interject something every 10 minutes, and he talks non-stop the rest of the time. The stress nearly puts me to sleep.
Nothing doing on Saturday. No plans at this time.
Sunday morning I have a three-hour conversation class with adults. It’s a new gig and shaping up well. In the afternoon I’ll go sit on Bob’s verandah and drink Bacardi and Coke until I run out of money.
Yeah, I don’t know how I cope. Life here is hard.