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On Monday, I texted boss B. of the tutoring centre asking whether he needed some help with organizing the tutor invoices the next day.
He said he'd get back to me on that.
Tuesday. He called and asked me to come to the office. A student's parent was coming in to pay, and couldn't I make sure I was there before them? I was already downtown. I did. And then I felt relieved that he did, in fact, have other work for me to do...but.
From Tuesday to Friday, I worked from 1 PM to the evening - on Wednesday until 8, despite the cold I mentioned in "aquatic." He needed someone who already knew the admin systems. I needed the money. But not NEED need, like I'd die without it right now. Is it more important to me to finish my novel? Yes. But would I want to bow out on him, possibly making him upset, and also forego something that would impose some outside structure on my days?
I was getting into the rhythm of structuring them myself, but I still wasn't writing much. Reading a lot, yes. Walking the dog, yes. Swimming, a little bit. So I don't know how much this admin work would actually take away.
Time. It takes away time. Even if I can't manage it well, having some is better than none.
But it's the same with money.
It may not be easy to abolish money...but it'd be slightly easier than abolishing time. William Morris' News_from_Nowhere is looking tantalizingly utopic right about now. Just let me contribute some hours to working for the common good - like, say, walking a household dog - and then, may I be free to write? Can I?
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