A trip to the office
I was just the other day feeling charitable, in a vague sort of way, toward the idea of working in an office_the office_again someday. And what would appear but a well-liked client, asking me to help out in the office a couple days a week during a personnel transition. My kind of gig, I say. I've enjoyed such an arrangement once before, taking over the managing editor duties for a maternity leaver at another much-liked client's office. A couple of years is good spacing between office appearances. These occasional forays help me frame my week in a way that doesn't quite present itself in my normal workaday. In these weeks, I let my dog walk me a bit longer. I like the busyness; the efficiency required clarifies my head. The jobs prioritize themselves. And the days go so very fast. My kind of gig, I say this day.