I've been offered a permanent role downstairs at work. I've been given three options:
A: go back upstairs (which would be sheer lunacy in spite of the extra money)
B: stay downstairs
This is a very easy decision for me. Lock in B Eddie. It’s clearly a less taxing (and depression-inducing) role than the one upstairs, but it’s still a permanent job in a multinational corporation and everything that comes with that: team meetings, performance appraisals, little red squares on my screen. All the stuff I want no part of. My strategy will be to pretend it isn’t permanent at all. In 2012, who really has a permanent job anyway?
Thursday was an interesting day. I set a new PB that morning for the number of letters I sent out, not that anybody would have noticed. I then had lunch with
from the autism group. We have quite a lot in common. We’ve both lived in Tracy , we both like British comedy and we both take antidepressants. However she has a lot more self-confidence than me (that isn’t that hard I guess) and does get very animated when talking about certain topics. One of her interests is board games. She plays a variety of (sometimes obscure) games with a bunch of friends, participates in an online forum and even attends conventions. She sent me a link to the forum; I found one of her posts where she asked what to do when her mana level drops to zero. The next time I see her I might ask her whether she managed to top up her mana. I’m not sure whether she has a boyfriend, but if she does I bet his mana level is off the scale. France
After work I went to the depression group on Cuba Street. There were only the two of us – the long-haired six-foot-five bloke and myself. After a few months of living with his parents (whom he said he didn’t speak to – yikes) he was about to move into a boarding house. He was also about to change jobs (from one office job to another) but had no interest in pursuing a career in that kind of environment. Instead he fantasised about becoming a (semi-)professional online poker player. That gave us plenty to talk about. I’ve since sent him a long email telling him the story of my poker career so far. I’d be more than happy to teach him strategy for badugi and triple draw – I’m all for people having dreams, and here I’m in the unusual position of being able to help someone along the way. To deal with his depression he has tried a number of unconventional therapies – with considerable success I might add. But, like me, he often loses the ability to take pleasure in things. When I got back there was an email (there’s no way I could have read it in time) saying that the depression group had been cancelled.
I live almost next door to the National War Memorial (whose campanile houses 74 bells) so I had absolutely no excuse not to attend the Anzac Day ceremony there. Plenty of my relatives have fought in wars so I feel duty-bound to go. It seems to get bigger every year and has surely overtaken Waitangi Day as our national day.