Last night I had a beer with some old friends, both of whom are teachers. “It’s harder than you think,” one of them said. “I mean, people just think of the holidays. But there’s quite a heavy workload.” “You mean, in addition to the teaching?” I asked. “Absolutely,” my friend replied. “There are meetings. Staff meetings.” “Gosh. How often?” “None at the moment, because I’m part-time. But in the past – once, twice a week?” “That seems okay,” I proposed. “I mean, don’t you just sit there?” “Yes,” complained my friend, “and the same people do all the talking!”
A pause. I sipped my beer, picturing my office.