We start to get to know one another pretty well here in our little community. We share stories that come from the heart, putting our purest, deepest selves down on “paper”.
But there are probably some basic things about each other that we don’t know – the sorts of things we’d probably tell each other in the first hour of meeting face to face. The mundane things. The usually boring normal things discussed over coffee at a Starbucks.
So, I’m going to ask you a few personal questions. Hit me up in the comments section, and share:
What’s your day job?
My “day job” is about as far from my writerly self as one could imagine. My writing is usually dark, speculative, and a bit warped. My day job is serious, straight-laced, and professional.
I manage a retirement village.
Here in Australia, we have retirement villages that are stand alone, that is, not an arm of aged care. Sure, we have older residents residing with us (our oldest being 97), but we are not a nursing home. We do not offer meals, showers, nurses, medicines etc. What we have is 105 self-contained units that residents live in, where they cook for themselves, and attend to all daily living tasks independently. We also have a large community centre (where I work) where residents can come in, attend activities, play billiards, access services, and just hang out.
So what does a retirement village manager do? I manage the budget for the village including, accounts, wages, insurance, maintenance and gardening costs etc. I plan activities and outings (when we’re not in lockdown), and drive the bus on occasion to these outings. I attend medical emergencies (24/7, 7 days a week) as needed to adminster first aid. I arrange for maintenance of the units and village grounds. I assist with sales and refurbishment of units. And I attend to the constant stream of queries, questions, and quandries of 135 residents, their families, carers, tradespeople, and of course, our head office.
If it sounds like a big job, you don’t know the half of it! My saving grace is that I co-manage the village with my husband. We also live on site (I can literally see my house from the office)…which is both a good and bad thing. The good: my commute is 45 seconds. The bad: privacy…what’s that?
This mammoth job is something I love, and sometimes not so much, and is often the reason my muse runs screaming into the night. There are days / weeks / months when I just CAN’T write. Then there are times when I HAVE to write or go crazy! Or maybe I’m already there…
What about you? What’s your day job? Does it impact on your ability to write? Does it help or hinder your writerly self?
Let’s get to know each other!