Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I'm always interested that very few of the bloggers I read tend to write about their work. Some appear not to have paid employment - (I do keep recommending that my children marry money. They pay no attention). Some are retired. And then there's Thimbleanna, who works more or less full time but also creates beautiful things eight days a week and reads and comments on a million blogs. I think I've worked out how, though. She's twins. Ha ha! - rumbled you at last, Anna.
But many bloggers, though they give the impression that they have jobs, seldom say anything about these.
Is it because you don't want to get the sack, I wonder? Or do you not want to think about your work in your leisure time? Are you being deliberately mysterious? - not that there's anything wrong with that. (My name is not Isabelle, or at least my first name isn't. )
For all my complaining I do find my job endlessly interesting. My colleagues are good fun, the students are usually lovely and it's nice to have so much to do with beautiful young people when you're 59. Much of my work is connected with words and stories and I'm very fond of both of these. In many ways I'm very fortunate. And we do have great holidays. I occasionally wonder if life will seem a bit empty without all this. Life will be one long holiday; will I miss the heady joy of the last day of the session?
Philip Larkin wrote another poem about work called "Toads Revisited", in which he thought about retirement:
Walking around in the park
Should feel better than work;
The lake, the sunshine,
The grass to lie on...
And then he wondered if in fact he'd miss having something definite to do, with status and an in-tray, and decided to keep on working:
When the lights come on at four
At the end of another year
Give me your arm, old toad,
Help me down Cemetery Road.
Such a cheery chap, he was. In fact he died before he got to retirement, so he was right.
I would - will - miss a lot about work. The students, the colleagues, the feeling of usefulness. But I think I'd cope.
What does your work mean to you? Apart from money?
Posted by Isabelle at 8:11 pm