I used to teach English part-time, mainly young people with learning difficulties, or behavioural problems. Last year though, I quit the day job and spent a few months flitting through temporary work, just to get a fresh feel for things.
That’s settling down now; I got a job in a college which is fine, it gives me more time to myself and there’s not half the bureaucracy to get through (though what there is is chaotic). After a year of running to stand still, I’m finally getting organised.
There are people I need to get in touch with, things to do, books to read, and write, music to hear and to play.
That’s my real day job. Living.
The thing I do from eight ’til four, that just pays the rent.