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Thank God it's Monday

I have been self-employed for over a decade, and as such, I often have Fridays (or any other day of the week) off. But still, there’s something about a Friday afternoon that makes me feel freer and more relaxed, and I look forward to the weekend.

I give myself extra leeway on weekends – I can lie around reading or watching TV or movies when I feel guilty for doing that during the week, I sleep in without feeling lazy, and there’s the extra treat that my husband brings me a cup of tea in bed most Saturdays and Sundays. If we’re ever going to have pancakes or waffles for brunch, it happens on a weekend.

Mondays though, don’t bother me now. I like them – they’re the day I can get back into a routine, exercise, go places free of crowds. And it’s even better today, because the kids are finally back at school. The malls and non-CBD cafes and movie theatres and beaches will revert to their usual, non-crowded spaces – tranquil, even.

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As most of my readers know, Mali is not my real name. When I began blogging, I found that most of the blogs I was reading, and the bloggers who were reading me, used a pseudonym. I felt that I was in good company. There is a certain protection to anonymity that enables you to be honest – sometimes to a fault, perhaps, but usually I find this honesty has worked well for me.  (Honesty about me, that is, my flaws and issues, rather than honesty about others.)

Now though, I’m much more open about this blog. I publicise posts on Facebook, and know that many of my family and friends read it. A friend jokes that she doesn’t need to call or text to find out what I’ve been up to, she just checks the blog.

But I feel constrained here too, for precisely that reason. I’m job-hunting. I have been looking for work – directorships, contracting, consulting or full-time – since we returned from our overseas self-described sabbatical (though I did take about six months out earlier this year). It isn’t easy looking for jobs at my age. Assumptions are made, especially (don’t ask me why) about women my age, despite the fact that any organisation would be lucky to have me. Assumptions too, are made about people who have had time out, as my husband and I have had. Yet as a result of that and some other changes in my life, I feel refreshed, healthier, and more capable than I have for a number of years. I figure I have at least another 10-15 years (economy-dependent) of working left in me, so commitment isn’t an issue. Assumptions are also made about people who haven’t worked full-time, people who have dabbled in a number of areas, as I have. Over the last twelve years I’ve been a consultant, a trainer, a writer, a company director and the Chair of a Board, and a volunteer. All of these activities have given me valuable experience that mean I am more capable and valuable than I was when I was working full-time. Yet recruiters or potential employers may look at this with suspicion. I wonder about their lack of imagination, their own limited life experiences, that prevent them from seeing this. What is it about being older, more experienced and responsible and skilful, that is so negative to recruiters, so threatening to future employers?

I know that recruiters now may well look on-line for information on job candidates. Other than international travels, I don’t think I live a very exciting life. No-one is going to find any salacious photographs of me on-line, or get access to my FB pages (where sadly there are still no salacious photographs of me) to see how inappropriate I can be. But if they are determined, they may be able to find their way here, where I share opinions on a number of subjects. And another site where I am (or want to be) even more honest. Knowing this, I’m quite careful about what I say.  Maybe that shows discretion. Maybe it shows that there’s really nothing that controversial about me. Or maybe it means I can’t show you the real Mali (though you get about 90% of her).

So should I be so careful?

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Normal programming

I’ve been self-employed, working from home, for over ten years now. (I’m closer to unemployed than self-employed since our long trip to Europe last year, but I’m working on that!)

Since I left work full-time, I’ve stuck to routines, and little rules:

  • I don’t sleep in during the week, unless I’m sick, no matter how much I want to.
  • I don’t read books during the day. (Very rarely, anyway).
  • I go to the gym first thing in the morning.
  • I don’t drink until after 5 pm (except on a Friday), even if the wine cellar is calling to me earlier.
  • I keep a weekend, allowing myself special treats during the weekend (watching a programme during the day, reading, sleeping, etc) that I don’t indulge in during the week.
  • I try to achieve something every day.
  • I go to bed at a semi-reasonable time during the week.

But since we’ve got home from Europe, with my husband at home too, it has been harder to stick to this routine. Every day feels like the weekend. And of course, we have had the Christmas and New Year break, which in New Zealand extends for several weeks beyond 1 January as our summer break.

Today is the first day that the country really “gets back to work.” Even the husband has started talking about job hunting, and I’ve felt inspired to get some work done. And so when I read on Facebook that a few hours ago, a friend had been relaxing on her Sunday morning in the US, I felt envious, commenting that of course here it was Monday.  I didn’t even register that it is a public holiday in our city today. Clearly, my routine is completely out of whack.  What day is it? Who cares!

Hopefully, tomorrow, normal programming will resume. I plan on heading off to the gym first thing.

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