Autumn Makes Me Miss a Steady Salary

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“I think another factor in my recent allure to the 9-5 lifestyle is that it suits the current autumn weather quite well.” Picture: Tony Öhberg for Finland Today

So that time of year has arrived when the Finnish zeitgebers start messing with my circadian rhythms. By 7pm my body starts feeling as though I should be going to bed, which is quite similar to how my body feels at 7am.

As the autumn season brings about the many physical changes around us; the colours of the trees and sky, falling leaves and migrating birds, so too am I going through physical changes; from the happy athletic, shorts and fake Croc wearing beach dude of the summer to the snivelling vessel of hypochondriactic maladies that I am now.

It is times like this that I do miss my old work-life. The boring but predictable call centres of my youth were always warm and bright and guaranteed you a consistent pay-check at the end of each month, minus the few obligatory sick days one has to pull whilst enduring such work.

The life of a freelancer is a life that seldom gives me time to be bored but it is certainly not a life to be envied.

The life of a freelancer is a life that seldom gives me time to be bored but it is certainly not a life to be envied.

Having many little jobs and projects can leave one feeling quite unsure about how many calories one shall be thriving on from one week to the next.

You must also be on a constant hunt for more work, always more, more, more, which sometimes takes superhuman amounts of drive and ambition.
Thankfully due to my large and varied skill set my job net is a large one that when cast manages to entrap even the smallest and rarest of morsel without prejudice.

In my day-to-day life I guess there really is no longer such a thing as free time, every second of the day has to be used to practice, learn and supplement my CV and portfolio and after all that if I’m not searching for work then I’m probably actually working.

I’ve managed to trick myself into believing that writing is actually an enjoyable thing to do. When I say writing I mean the act of orchestrating thoughts into words and typing them down onto a computer – not lurking in Costa Coffee behind a Macbook eyeing up French exchange students whilst pretending to write a novel (you know who you are).

I’ve managed to trick myself into believing that writing is actually an enjoyable thing to do. When I say writing I mean the act of orchestrating thoughts into words and typing them down onto a computer – not lurking in Costa Coffee behind a Macbook eyeing up French exchange students whilst pretending to write a novel (you know who you are).

Writing, for want of a better analogy, is like squeezing a large spot. Thoughts swirl and fester in my head, I pick at those thoughts and play with them and they get infected and grow bigger, my head begins to swell and ache and finally, pop!

After a lot of screaming, bloodletting and tears I can present you thusly with what you are currently reading, my cerebral purulence.

I apologise if you read that whilst eating, I can confirm that there will be no more pustule based analogies.

I guess what I have been craving recently is a bit of stability, a bit of the old 9 to 5. I’m not too sure what I could do that would involve me working those hours but I do like the idea of that same familiar figure appearing in my bank account every month.

I guess what I have been craving recently is a bit of stability, a bit of the old 9 to 5. I’m not too sure what I could do that would involve me working those hours but I do like the idea of that same familiar figure appearing in my bank account every month.

Over the years I have learnt to value time as much, if not more, than money. If it were not for the time that my current work situation allows me I would not have been able to write for hours on end, or practice playing and composing music. Then again, that is my work, even if no one pays for me to learn to play Sussudio by Phil Collins (a feat which to me is priceless!), and it will help me do what I do today and will continue to do so in the future.

I think another factor in my recent allure to the 9-5 lifestyle is that it suits the current autumn weather quite well.

Summer is great for us poor people being so easy on the spondulix. The mathematical equation for summer fun in Finland is; step outside + open a beer = a good time.

Maybe it is the looming prospect that I cannot cover next month’s theatre ticket bill and will have to spend winter sitting at home with a can of Koff in front of X Factor that has me romanticising those call centres of my past.

 

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