Maltpress

Corporate life spoils you

I’m finding this out more and more lately. It’s the little things which you never think about until, like me, you suddenly have lots and lots of time.

The big things – like regular pay, sick leave, having people around you, IT support – I never took those for granted. I was always grateful for them and knew I’d miss them when I was gone. But the following things, I have discovered, are the ones office-bods never think about until they have to start paying for them from their own pockets.

• A decent mouse. I’m getting fed up with cleaning desk-scuzz out of the rollers of my cheap mouse; but an optical mouse costs money I don’t really have at the moment.
• All the red-tape and paperwork and suspicion. I have to fill in a form to prove I’m an actual business to the VAT man. Not that I mind, really; it’s good that they check and, I suppose, if they didn’t you could get away with all sorts. But I don’t have a dedicated business landline, and that’s a matter of suspicion, apparently.
• Having cups of tea made for you. I still drink a silly amount of tea, but rarely have it made for me any more. It surprised me how grateful I was on Friday when my brother did it for me.

It’s been one of those weeks when I’ve wondered a little bit what I’m actually doing this for. It’s been hard work. But then I look at the other option; wasting my life in a job where I have no prospects or control over what I do; taking the easy route; not feeling satisfied. And I think of the Friday morning I had, in the company of possibly one of the nicest men I’ve ever met, who made me lovely Italian coffee and put my mind at rest that I’m not alone in this at all. For a couple of hours that day, it all made perfect sense.