Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks. I’m hitting the itch phase. The job itch. The ‘this is great, but I can do it with my eyes closed’ itch. The one where I blog until I’m right on deadline, just to get a little adrenaline going. The one where I suffer from serious WABbing*. The one where I write this instead of that!
Admittedly, in this job, it’s taken me 2 years to reach the itch, rather than the ubiquitous 3 months. But still. Bollocks. I like this job. I love the people I work with. I’m fairly autonomous. I report directly to the board and not to some random minion. I just got my first bonus in 5 years. And mostly, in another 2 years I’m entitled to a big, fat sabbatical. Dammit.
I’ve always wondered what I would do if I didn’t have to earn my bucks. I mean, after the 6 months hiatus of lounging about eating popcorn and watching every DVD I’ve been meaning to.
What work would I do for free?
In moments of generous spirit I think I would volunteer for a local charity.
Or maybe I’d go back to acting. Get involved in some stage work or get going on the pimp-me-please auditions round.
Or maybe I’d do this blog thing seriously and see if I could crack a blook. Ah, who am I kidding.
But seriously. I can’t waft around through life, ambling from job to job? Itching.
*work avoidance behaviour