[m i a o w] the cat

Back at work. I’m still trying to get used to working three days a week. It leaves a very big four day gap! I almost forget all about work by Mondays, and then wake up horrified on Tuesdays with the realisation that I have to get going. I was just reading back on my entry about guilt from last year. It seems that nothing much has changed. (This is one of the occasions on which the funness of finding out where I was at a year ago dissapates rapidly.)

I still have a list of sins wumping around in my head. The people I haven’t emailed back, the fact that I haven’t called M’s mother in months, the letters I haven’t sent my Nan in the US, the tax return I haven’t yet tackled, the NanoWriMo I haven’t yet signed up for… blah blah blah blah. I want to wipe them all clean.

I think that there would be serious money in being a Dissolver of Guilt (DoG). They would wear a nice blue uniform and only work on Sundays for about $60 an hour. At 9am the DoG would turn up at your door and politely, but firmly, force you to tackle every single thing on your guilt list. The DoG would stand over me as I made the phone calls I’d been avoiding, and then present me with a huge gin and tonic. Then we’d go through all my bank statements and highlight all the work expenses and the DoG would add them all up for me. Bliss. Then the DoG would cook me lunch and tell me that I was doing very well, that I was more than halfway there.

Wouldn’t that be nice? I think in earlier times it was called ‘hired help’. I’m quite convinced that if I won powerball I would not only employ a DoG, but a cook and a house-cleaner too. Back to work now.