In the last two weeks, I have been offered several jobs, and am still fielding offers at the moment.
I am a fairly resourceful creature when I need to be.
I decided that I did not want to give up Ina Disguise and become a journalist, as I thought it was a bit silly given that even Ina is better known than the publication that wanted me to give her up.
I decided that I did not particularly want to sell medical insurance, as I do not really approve of it as becoming a necessity. Why not just educate the public and the healthcare system we already have?
I did, however, decide to go back into banking consultancy, and am awaiting some interesting research and louche career related stuff in addition to continuing my very important plumbing, medical and lift rescue during the night.
So, now I have to reinvent myself as a member of the rat race. I have spent pretty much the last twenty years in paint, glue and resin covered rags.
So far, I have come up with
Evil pixie banker – I am not sure if a pointed hood is welcome in a corporate office, especially if used to cover your face.
Kinky Victorian banker – I am sure this would be very entertaining, but everyone will assume that I am a concubine of Jacob Rees-Mogg. It is also rather expensive and I positively hate ironing.
Steampunk banker – the watches are almost certain to get in the way of the keyboard.
Lagenlook banker – Germanic may be appropriate, but would be considered a rather eccentric choice.
The last time I did this kind of consultancy, I think I was probably tired hobbit banker, given that I was restoring this house and doing another two jobs at the same time. Perhaps I should just stick to that with a suitably punishing corset to remind me to behave.
All I can say is thank goodness for ebay.
On Friday, I will be completing the testing on some research work, which will bring me to a total of two full-time and one part-time job. That should shut me up for a bit.
In the meantime, I am going to run through my first batch of Boris related reading, start work on the performance rehearsals, and work on a second costume whilst finishing up Boris’s gorgeous lips and eyes. The car needs attention, and the cats are also needing some TLC.
And no, nothing else is likely to change, sorry world.