Hi everyone. Sorry about the lag between posts. It was caused by a combination of issues. Number one is the computer taking a long walk off a short pier. Number two is the subject of todays entry. So without any further ado…
I believe I have discovered the physical boundaries applicable to a week containing 168 hours. The very same week we are permanently encumbered with here on Earth.
For those of you who have been visiting here for a while, get a life. No. Sorry. For those of you who have been visiting here for a while you will already know that I’m a little busy. My wife is enrolled in a full-time university study load as well as working part-time at a grocery store. I share with her the duties associated with raising 3 children aged 5 (and a half, never forget the half), 7 (nearly 8, and eats like 3 teenagers) and 11 (going on 30). On top of that I am also enrolled in a full-time university study load.
So we’re busy. And that’s before I mention the piano lessons, violin lessons, swimming and karate.
Oh yeah, there’s also my non-family, non-study activities to add to that list. Of course there’s the bike riding which has been suffering a bit lately. I think I’ve gone 3 or 4 weeks without exceeding 100 miles per week. Considering I’d ridden more in the first half of this year than I had in the previous 5 years, it’s disappointing to let it all go to waste. But the clock is working against me.
Speaking of work… here’s what is causing me to suffer from a famine of hours. I think I’ve mentioned that I deliver pizza a couple of nights a week. I’ve done this for about 8 years now. It helps to keep me in touch with the youth and is therefore a handy tool for a future high school teacher. I’ve certainly mentioned that I deliver parcels for Australia Post. So that’s 2 part-time jobs.
Then a couple of weeks ago the lady next door came over and asked if I would like some part-time work – “Just a couple of hours a day first thing in the morning, it shouldn’t clash with anything.” Sure, why not. Money’s money. So 6 days a week I’m at the local grocery store at 5am to put bread on the shelves. 3 hours Monday and about 2 hours Tuesday to Saturday. So that’s 3 part-time jobs.
Then last week I was walking across the campus when I nearly got bowled over by my Physics lecturer from last year. He stopped and called back to me, “Hey Mike, do want to earn some money?” “Always. I’m on my way to a lecture, I come up to your office when I’m done.” “Damn, I need you now.” “Sorry.” After the lecture I logged on to the student enrolment system and discovered that the offending lecture was repeated the next day so I rang the lecturer, “I can move that class. Do you still need me next week?” “Definitely.” So as of this Tuesday I became a Physics tutor at the University of the Sunshine Coast. Yes you read that right, I’m teaching Physics at a tertiary institution.
And that, dear readers, is 4 jobs. Plus the study, plus the family. So it’s actually 6 jobs.
Any wonder I fell asleep in the armchair yesterday afternoon. My wife threw a blanket over me after dinner (her dinner, mine’s in the fridge) and put my alarm clock next to me when she went to bed. And that alarm scared the hell out of me at 4:30 this morning. I’d slept 16 hours solid bringing my 7 day total to around 42 hours. Lucky I take a multi-vitamin.