i'm so not used to the workforce. not that i would even call this proper work. i'm starting a new routine of many small jobs with flexible hours and sporadic workloads. only 2 of my 4 new jobs have started and already i feel exhausted, but happily so. today a supervisor (workplace, not phd - a much better species) mentioned a friend who may know of more work if i'm interested. because i'm crazy i said 'sure'.
4 jobs is 4 lots of administration. i'm filling out tax forms and signing employment contracts every second day. today i had a proper OH&S briefing. tuesday's was more like: "there's the door, there's the toilet, if there's a fire we leave".
i have 2 new desks to work from. next week i'll have another. which is just as well, because soon i'll have to give up my favourite one in the library. 5 desks (including this one at home) is probably enough.
soon i'll be catching more trains and less buses. soon i'll be tightly scheduled. next week i have no free days. thankfully, none of this is permanent. i know the circumstances of a casualised workforce are fucked up, but it tends to suit me for now. my fear of commitment sees me enjoying each tick of the 'casual' box on that tax form. flexibility, impermanence, unclear future... these are good things. as is taking a breather from studies.
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