Working? Working!

 This working thing is exhausting. Seriously, what was I thinking saying "Yes" to the request to go back to the rat race? Well, the money, yes, that's a good thing and I am certainly motivated by cash and am not complaining about it, even though I would have made more money in the next couple of months by staying on the dole, but whatever.....  slothfulness was an encroaching fungus and working is a way to keep that fungus at bay, I suppose. 

But there must be a better way to cure slothfulness than going to an actual job. (Yes, I could have taken up yoga or invented a new  hobby but that didn't seem likely because I am too slothful.) It isn't the actual going to the job that's the problem, it's being at the job for eight hours. That's the difficult thing. Walking into the hotel lobby at 7:30 a.m. is fine, it's nice and quiet, no one is about, the place is mine for about 45 minutes and my early morning tasks are simple. But by 8:15 a.m. that new-day peace has been shattered and it's a downhill slog for the next seven hours. By quitting time at 4:00 p.m. I am wiped out, trying to hide my crankiness and done with the entire concept of work. 

Now please don't think I hate my job because I don't. It's easy, I get to bake muffins and breads and scones for the breakfast service, I meet nice people, my fellow inmates workers are lovely and fun. But most of my shift is spent on my feet and these feet are old and getting older and crustier by the day. Plus, no matter how much you like your job it is still work. There is a vast difference between "not hating" the job and "loving" the job.  Miles of distance. And it is still work. 

The more than 12 months of pandemic isolation was, for the most part, quiet and serene.  Boring at times, yes. A waste of a year in many ways, yes. But was it work?  No.  A resounding "No."  Now the serenity is gone, the boredom has shifted and it all makes me tired.  When my boss asked me to come and work with her I said I would do it for six months. That means my sentence is up on December 1st. There are reasons to work a few weeks beyond that and I probably will but I am not planning on carrying on much past the end of 2021.  But we all know how mercurial the world is, how things change, how our strident opinions soften with time.  We'll see.  Right now it's difficult getting back in the work groove.

Here's what I made one day last week, and I am proud of the output.  My goal is to make at least 50 muffins and two loaves of bread a day so that there is an ample supply of tasty treats for the four days I am not there baking.

That's all for now, folks.  Thanks for reading along.