Everything but my contract filled in. I made a CV on Word. “When I actually look at it, I’ve had a hell of a career so far,” I notice. Nothing you’ve done is ever aspirational, but if I teleported into 27 year old me I’d be pretty impressed. I’d also wrongly assume that that guy must never stop working. Phone gonna be ringing off dat hook for him eh? Big old dude he be making dat acting thing work nah! Never looking back our boy he be workpocalypse forever never stopping our boy hooah.
I invigilated two exams today. At lunch I had carbonara from the market at Imperial. Mel was at home to receive a special delivery that didn’t bother delivering. Honestly, sending stuff signed for when you need to know it gets there – it’s the best way to make sure it doesn’t get there. I reckon he was in my block, got in downstairs, came to the door. Neither bell works so Mel didn’t know. He gave up and instead of leaving his packet of paper where I could get it be took it back to the depot as it needed a signature. Fucking idiotic.
I’m off to bed now as I’ll be driving to Stratford first thing and starting a new venture, delivering Shakespeare workshops to the same age group I’m normally having to gee up about The National Grid etc. I often have to teach presentation skills to school groups so they can tell the room about how they’re gonna build a nuclear fusion generator. Now I’m gonna actually teach something I really fucking understand and love. Getting a new generation into Shakespeare. There’s less money in it than engineering, but it is just as interesting and deep, just in a very different way.
Time goes slow when you’re at Imperial in those exam rooms. Huge rooms, often. Ten percent of them go to the loo at least once in two hours. The core team is tighter now, I haven’t seen so many potatoes as there used to be. I enjoy the work, to be honest. It is very temporary, it involves being chilled and responsive, and dealing with people from all over the world. These are smart young people, the globally smartest young business people. I enjoy facilitating them. One of them might change the world. Many of the rest will try.
Early bed for me, I’m a little apprehensive but it’s only a two hour workshop. One and a half hours with warm-up. Even with no handouts, so long as I don’t get ahead of myself, I’ve got enough material that I can just pull out of my arse to keep it inspired for just an hour and a half. I just wonder if I can find 27 tennis balls before I get there.
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