I have to go to Oxford this week - all week. Well Tuesday to Friday. It’s okay. It’s a work thing.
It was going to be San Francisco, which, while it sounds great, would probably not have been. I mean not in January - who goes in January? And what would I have actually seen? Fog? The inside of a hotel?
Anyway, Oxford it is. At least the inside of that hotel is only an hour away.
It could be a tricky week. You know, having to be socially ‘on’ for four days. I’m not much of a networker, and certainly nobody thinks I’m an extrovert. Plus, after last September’s antics, if there’s a piano… well. I doubt they’ll poke me with sticks, but I’d feel the pressure.
It’s funny how we end up with our jobs isn’t it? I’m sure a lot of people are driven by a career or vocation, but it wouldn’t surprise me at all if there were a lot more people who just ended up doing what they do by accident. I have to wonder whether there‘s some secret mission, some purpose in me being around people for four days this week. I wonder what my learning will be, what my reason is?
Well. I’ll do what I usually do: listen and observe. Then I’ll come home and hurrah hooray it’ll be the weekend again. Always something to look forward to.
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