Me as a singing bus conductor
I read a short article about Kev “Duke Bassie”, London’s singing bus conductor and imagined myself as him for a while.
I suppose I like some things about my work. First of all, working as a conductor gives me a certain feeling of freedom, because every minute I’m in a different place and I can feel how the city lives. The other thing I like about my work is having a possibility to meet people with a passion, like me.
What I dislike about my work is being on duty for eight hours a day. I hate to be kind and ask people to show their tickets for all day long. It bores me a lot. I feel that only music is really important to me. If I only could I would drop my stupid job.
In my opinion I miss being totally independent of people and my present commitments.
I try to keep myself in a good mood, even though I have to work as a conductor. That’s why I sing songs while I’m working on the bus. But when I have some spare time I try to have real fun. I go to a party, meet women, drink alcohol or even take some drugs. All these things help me express myself and write music.
Happiness to me means freedom and independence, they let me live in my own way. For instance, if I feel like going to work, I go, but if feel like composing, I just do that. Freedom means that I don’t care about food, clothes and appearance. Also I cannot have too close relationships with people, especially with my family. Having a wife and kids puts me under obligation and limits my independence.
Well done, Gosia, I can easily picture you on the bus, bossing people around and chatting young women up. The only way to respond to your post I can now think of is to put myself into your shoes. So, here is:
Me as a female dentist
Since I’m both a practising and teaching dentist I have a love-hate relationship with my job. I can spend hours planning a treatment for a patient, learning how to apply certain innovations, experimenting. But I rather dislike my academic commitments, preparing and giving lectures and presentations. I’m good at doing things myself, not in telling others how to do them. I wish I had more patience with my students.
I like my patients as long as they don’t show too much interest in what I’m doing to their teeth. Some of them can be very fussy and tiring. They keep telling me about their problems for far too long, keep asking too many questions. Usually it’s enough for me to ask one question and have a look to know what to do next. Sometimes I don’t even bother to x-ray the tooth, I just see through the bone in my mind.
Working long hours exhausts me. It takes me no more than two minutes of pretending to read in bed before I fall asleep. It seems that I don’t have dreams. For most part of the year, eight hours of sleep helps me relax (although recently I’ve had problems sleeping). The rest is in the hands of my husband, daughters and mother-in-law. If it wasn’t for the family I wouldn’t be the person I’m. They help me enormously. I get some real rest once or twice a year, when we travel far away from home and experience something dramatically different from our daily routines.
Earlier this year I returned to English. I have to improve it in order not to feel lost at conferences, dinner parties, or when talking with celebrated professors. My teacher does his best to do his job but but it’s hard for me to be a committed student again.