Time to hang up the shorts.
After stating in yesterday’s Chapter how little I’ve relaxed over the past 16 days, today I actually did some relaxing. I won’t go in to boring details, but me and Jen (and Jen’s sister) went to the Didsbury Maker’s Market and had a great time.
Plus it was sunny, so I got to enjoy wearing shorts for one last time before starting full-time employment. Not that I need it to be sunny to wear shorts. I will quite literally wear shorts in any weather. My legs are now so conditioned to being out in the British cold that I reckon I could climb Everest in shorts.
Probably not, but if a guy called Wim Hof can do it, so can I.
Anyway, I’m quite sad that my move out of self-employment also means the time for which I can wear shorts is severely limited. It’s not a bad trade-off for having a full-time job I’m hella excited for, but still, sad times. A lot more is going to change as well.
Let’s be honest, you get it quite easy as a freelancer. It’s an absolute crap-ton of work, don’t get me wrong, but at least you have the flexibility to do work on your time.
If you need to go to the bank in the morning, simple: get there for 9am and start work at 10am. If you need new clothes, no problem: take the morning off and work all afternoon and evening. If you need to shop for food, easy: take a break in the early afternoon and be done before the after-5pm-rush begins.
With full-time employment, you don’t get the luxury of flexibility. But you trade that freedom for certain pay (getting paid as a freelancer is tough — and boy have I got some stories) and a social work life (being a freelancer is lonely).
So, while I’m reluctant to hang up my daytime shorts, I can’t complain one iota about starting a well-paid, full-time job doing what I love doing.
Catch you all tomorrow evening.
Wish me luck.
