I always thought that in that song, Ben Lee was talking of his head as a box in a Zen kind of way … but now I am beginning to think that he might just be talking about a time when he needed a rest from creative endeavours, and so got himself a job on a building site. I got myself a job on a building site, and now my head is deliciously, gloriously filled up with absolutely nothing at all. I don’t think it’s even a box; it’s just a blank. It is full of blank.
I have worked in some unusual places in my capacity as a reluctant but able office temp, yet I think that this job might take the biscuit. I wish I could show you pictures, and I hope to yet, because the view from my office window is amazing - even if the office itself is a portacabin atop two containers wedged into the side of a rocky hill. When they are finished, the owners of these apartments we’re building will sit on their balconies and look out over the town and the mangrovy coast to the south of it and out to the aqua sea.
The view isn’t the only good thing about my workplace. The facilities are quite something too. As the only lady on site, I get my very own portaloo, designated by a hand-written felt pen sign that is taped to the door. The foreman told me that if I catch any of the men using my portaloo, I’m to come and tell him. Furthermore, if they leave it in a state unfit for a lady, then he’ll get one of the labourers to come and clean it for me.
Thank you so much to everyone who sent their encouragement of my writing efforts, and everyone who told me of their inspiration for their own careers. It was so helpful, and lovely. I hope that you’re all going well.