It’s a long month
Sweet Jesus, this month is dragging. My last month of work, you see. Working my notice, counting the days, hours, minutes to the 31st of July. Then it’s over. The nightmare that has been my time with my current employer will be at an end. Perhaps when I’m out of legal range, I’ll regale you with more detailed tales of work-woe. Perhaps not though - you’re not interested and I’d rather forget the wasted years.
So then, at the end of the month, I’ll be gone and a big chunk of virtual-cash will be transferred to my bank account. I’ve given some thought to my options:
- Get another job immediately and invest the cash wisely.
- Blow it all on sweets and bubblegum.
- Buy a motorcycle and travel around the country helping people. Sort of like a two-wheeled Littlest Hobo.
- Eke out a frugal existence and stretch the money as much as possible while desperately trying to think of ways, legal or otherwise, of earning a steady income without having to do the rat-race thing. A bit like Hugh Fearnly-Whittingstall but with less offal and fewer book and television deals.
Obviously 1 is right out. Ditto, 2. Number 3 has a certain attraction so I’m not ruling it out completely. Number 4 however is the main contender at this stage.
As you can imagine, this decision finds Mrs. Jimmy Page’s Trousers beside herself with joy as well as fully behind me - sort of a co-location, happy/support thing.
And she gets out of the bed when she has the sniffles? Bless her.
Comment by clarissa — Tuesday July 8, 2008 @ 19:34
Clarissa: Maybe I didn’t make the sarcasm in that last line obvious enough. Far from happy/support, she is instead worried that I’ll turn into a bum and that we’ll all end up living in a soggy cardboard box and will force Baby Trousers to sing and dance for passers-by in the hope of earning a few pence. Obviously though, she’ll be far from cute then as the scurvy and malnutrition will have kicked in and so we’ll instead have to get her hooked up with a gang of child pickpockets. Throughout this, and quite possibly in the run-up to it, I will drink constantly and smell strongly of wee.
We haven’t really discussed it in any great depth, but I’m pretty sure that’s what’s on Mrs. Jimmy Page’s Trousers’ mind.
Comment by Trousers — Tuesday July 8, 2008 @ 19:44
You’re really looking forward to this new lease of life, aren’t you?
I’m half jealous but very happy for you.
I hear you can get a Sportster for a reasonable price nowadays, I hope your bargaining skills are up to scratch.
You lucky, lucky…
Comment by Istvanski — Thursday July 10, 2008 @ 20:28
Ister: You’re darn tootin’, I’m looking forward to it. What’s not to look forward to?
Why only half jealous? I’m slightly offended, I want you to be fully jealous.
Comment by Trousers — Thursday July 10, 2008 @ 21:38
i’m all for number 4. I’m currently on a “sabbatical” myself and it’s the best thing I ever did. Swap money for time if you can! You won’t regret it. I guess. Don’t know Mrs Trousers, though. You might end up having to do all the laundry, washing up, ironing and window cleaning. And whatever else needs doing in your house.
Comment by Babaloo — Thursday July 10, 2008 @ 21:57
Babaloo: Enjoy your sabbatical. Coincidentally, I had one last year - six months. You’re right, it was great. The only drawback was going back to work but it seems that is no longer an issue for me. Well, at least ’til the money runs out.
Don’t mind the laundry and washing-up so much, can’t stand the ironing though - I’d live with the creases if it was up to me.
Comment by Trousers — Thursday July 10, 2008 @ 22:06
I’m still feeling optimistic about ‘option 3′.
Go on!
You know you want to……
Comment by beth — Saturday July 26, 2008 @ 12:43
Beth: You’re right, I do want to. The siren-call of couch-and-beer is too much to resist though. As the latter involves doing very little and the former involves, you know, moving about, couch-and-beer wins.
Comment by Trousers — Saturday July 26, 2008 @ 14:30