MonkeyPants

Friday Confessions.

I’m posting this early. It’s Thursday night, but I’m getting up early to car jockey tomorrow. I can’t trust my brain to remember to post, seeing as, on car jockey days, I am up and out before I can form a coherent thought. I kind of like it. Not the getting up, but the being out. A post on that later. But I’m posting early in any case.

The first confession is smugness: The garage guys and my new boss keep telling me I’m a fast jockey. There’s often a lag time between things I can do, when I have to call the boss for more assignments. That, and the fact that I keep getting calls for days that are not ‘my’ day to jockey, make me think that I’m good at this. Either that or my boss is swamped.

The second is that my brain is already in the UK half the time. I’m teaching and working, but while I’m explaining the intricacies of subject/verb agreement, I’m thinking, “I wonder what the purses are like at the head Oxfam shop”, and “How can I swing a pair of shoes from Shelly’s?” I’m totally absent a lot of the time. And obsessed with shopping, which is not really like me.

Anyone else want to offload?