So this is how it transpired this time. After a few days of being on my feet nonstop for over six hours, and returning utterly and totally shattered, incapable of walking, I gave passing thought yesterday morning to quitting the job. I was in tears and literally didn't think my feet would survive two weeks of this, money or no money. Yet early in the AM, I learned that I was being offered a ride in a car to my workplace, thus cutting out about a mile and a quarter of walking. I looked up to the heavens and gave a big thumbs up. When I arrived at work, I was told I had to talk to the big boss. Lordy, I think to myself. What could I have done so wrong so quickly? Well, it turned out that in fact they wanted to know if I would be willing to work for the next few days at a small satellite location where they are short-staffed. It's nearer where I am staying, and so I said an enthusiastic yes. Another thumb's up.
After work, I met some academics who are medievalists (and who bless their hearts welcomed me with open arms based on my MMus in early Christian chant.) I also learned that a Cambridge University college choir is going to be in the area next weekend, doing a series of workshops, concerts and services. Really? Really?
For the moment, I am basking, gratefully, in the soft-ish landing.
