Office Hours And Real Jobs -- by Susan Price
By Sun Ladder, Wikimedia A friend of mine, another writer who I shall call X, was planning to spend the weekend writing, since her family were away. But she confessed to a sense of unease, even guilt. Why? Because she wasn't working 'normal office hours.' The way she saw it was, the weekend is for relaxing, meeting friends at a pub, having a lie-in with the Sunday papers -- but instead she was going to be working hard while the rest of the world slumped or partied. This somehow felt wrong, even though she was looking forward to a couple of days where she'd get a lot of writing done. This peculiar guilt about working was intensified by the knowledge that, come Monday, when everyone else went back to work at tills or desks or production belts, she would be meeting another writer friend for a laugh and a chat. Out of step, you see. She would be working when everyone else was free (interesting phrase, that) and she would be free when everyone else was, presumably, n...