The job that got misplaced, then found, is now playing hide and seek. Sort of like a toddler, as in here I am behind the sofa and you can’t see me. As long as you are willing to pretend with me that the entire lower half of my body sticking out does not mean that the upper half is there too. Peekaboo.
In other words, I am working part time. It’s somewhat dislocating, working part time. Over the years I have developed such a distinctive work persona, one only tangentially related to my at home persona, that making the switch in the way that part time work requires feels odd.
Sometimes I am having phone calls from my sofa while What Not To Wear is muted on the television, as I assure a client that I understand their requirements. Sometimes I go from shorts and a t-shirt to linen pants and a jacket to sweatpants and a gym top all in the course of 4 hours. Shining new light on the meaning of personality, that’s for sure. I have to really pay attention to what pair of shoes I have on at any given moment.
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At least you’re not video-conferencing from home… imagine that. :)
Years ago I did phone interviews for magazine articles while trying to keep the pacifier in my daughter’s mouth so they couldn’t hear if she started to cry (on days she would not nap). Now there are days I have to run and change out of the sweats I wore to bed before they get home from school, because I didn’t want to stop “working” to change. It’s definitely a little schizoid.
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