Entering into the Dream... Wednesday, February 13

No more teachers, no more books, no more students’ dirty looks! Ok, so my students didn’t really sport dirty looks.  I always found them to be quite cute too.  And teachers, well, I will continue to have teachers, they’ll be my members though as in foreigners working as ESL teachers.  But as for books, nah, no more books.  Fitness magazines don’t count as books.

Today marked DAY ONE of freedom. 

Technically I don’t have to wake up for anything or anyone but ironically nothing and no one seem to convince me to go to bed. I am a workaholic freak… a total freakazoid, love-my-job kind of workaholic.  I actually took a business call while on the toilet, yup, that’s the real turning point for me that separates the workaholics from the freakazoid workaholics. 

As of today I don’t have a job, well I do, I’ve never worked more in my entire life, but I don’t have a paycheck coming in for the work I’m doing.  Appointing daily missions to keep me focused are no longer my problem.  My problem is now I keep working until my body literally shuts down on me, I’m talking about working on a logo design until I pass out at my desk.  And if that wasn’t uncomfortable enough, I stayed there so that when I did wake up I could resume what it was that I was working on.

TODAY’S MISSIONS:

Juice Bar menu

Work on figuring out a member management system

Compile yesterday’s video footage into a short video

Deal with plane tickets for Thai workers (for sponsor)

City hall meeting for building zoning papers

I woke up yesterday at 7:30am because I was meeting a friend for coffee but once I clicked into work mode, the juices got flowing and they continued to flow, as did the hours apparently.  Worked right until 5:50am.  Woke up at 12:30pm and then got back to it. 

I have a job just like everyone else.

While most people work 9-5, so do I.  My hours just happen to be from 9am to 5am the NEXT morning or 9pm to 5am.  Work uniform?  Yes, I have a work uniform.  It consists of a sports bra and leggings.  There are no casual Fridays for me but there are naked days.  I too have a boss and yes, I’m guilty of using my sexuality to get him to side with me.  How do you think I got him to agree to the juice bar counter?! (Trust me you laugh but you’ll be thanking me later).  I’ve got my water tower talk breaks, it just so happens that my talk is with my four-legged friends and my coffee breaks are walk-the-pups pee breaks.  I have things that have to be done and due dates that have to be met but my due dates are attached to large price tags, complicated legalities, and other people, like construction crews, painters, and international companies like Adidas.  But then again so do many other jobs too.  And business meetings, of course, though mine include me keeping up with my Korean vocab and some meetings ignore time zone differences and require 3am phone meeting conversations.  So yes, I have a job just like everyone else but I think I love mine more than most.