I had lunch today with three former work colleagues. L. is visiting from Perth, and K. and C. work here in Canberra. K. is going to quit her job and stay home for a few weeks or months doing what she likes, or nothing at all. L. said, "Then you can live the exciting life of a retiree like 'Alice'". "Well" I said, semi-seriously, "sometimes it's not all that exciting, and right now I'm frustrated, I'm bored and I'm depressed, and I'm thinking of looking for a job."
Quick as a flash, C. who works for a staffing agency, said "Would you really like a job? We need someone to do some urgent data entry over the next few weeks. Would you be interested?" I didn't have the courage to say "No", in view of what I'd just said, so an hour later I was round at C's place of work, doing a test on computer and database skills, and a typing test!
Now anyone who has read of my blogging frustration in recent months will scarcely believe that I could have gotten myself into this situation. A nice young lady set up the test and, fortunately, there was a brief tutorial that I could go through before actually doing the test. Just as well, because I couldn't even understand the tutorial, let alone the test! At least I did summon up enough courage to quit then and there because I knew it wasn't really what I wanted to do.
Just the thought of waking early and dressing for work instead of slothing around in the garden, facing peak hour traffic (yes, I know, our peak hour traffic looks like a 'petrol strike' in Sydney or Melbourne), then entering figures into a database hour after hour, with the emphasis on speed and accuracy, was making frustration, boredom and depression look like an exciting day out!
C. was very understanding and said that she wouldn't like to do the job either. Richard thought I was an idiot for even considering it.