The Work Life Balance

It’s a modern take on an age old struggle. How much are we capable of experiencing life and can we do this with the perfect amount of work. As is simple called, the work life balance. Although I’m sure I came across this before, my first real memory of being told I was about to experience a thing called a work life balance came when I was an English teacher in Athens. Teachers, like nurses, when passionate about their job have to give up far more of their time than the work manual suggests. There are people who like certain subjects and teach, and their are teachers who teach certain subjects. There’s a bit of a lazy cliche or moment of romanticism in there, the ideal of the passionate teacher, but I have experienced people who were born for the job. I recognised this because while I love teaching, that style wasn’t for me. While I needed work; I found myself with perhaps twenty-five hours a week spread evenly over six days. Throw in another ten hours for the planning and marking, more like three, and I should have had plenty of free time but somehow I didn’t. A morning class and then a few evening classes manages to take over your life. My work life balance was nothing more than an abstract concept.

Part of the training in the first week of term was on finding the perfect work life balance and what followed was a school run with what appeared to be the express intention of dismantling everything they had recommended. I was exhausted, I liked my students generally, but not the school and subsequently experienced Athens in a way that made leaving easy. Now I am experiencing a similar battle with this work life balance and am back to finding the whole concept bizarre. I’m working a lot and I’m exhausted but what I’ve realised is that what is ridiculous about the idea is that it creates a divide between the two realms of work and life. I have had some awful jobs over the years but people are capable of finding jobs they enjoy, they become part of their life. It doesn’t have to be the job itself, it could be the people you work with or even be your own business that you put your soul into. I see people working seven days a week and this is their life it’s not work anymore. They clearly don’t have a balance in the sense that would be idealised but they also clearly do have one for them. It would be too obvious to say that we just need to find something that suits us but it feels more likely that we evolve into or adapt to what becomes normal, we embrace that particular balance more than designing it to what we already know is good for us. I also know that’s entirely my perspective because I say that without a clue what would be something to aim for but there will be people out there who understand their needs enough. For me I just quite enjoy experiencing different versions of work life existence. I won’t be doing this forever and I’m sure I’ll stumble onto something one day. In the meantime I’ll just continue enjoying seeing the world through another persons eyes.

The World Championship Scotch Pie Awards

It was a big day in pie related news today. I took my seat at The World Championship Scotch Pie Awards today and had the pleasure of watching James Pirie & Son from Newtyle being crowned world champions for the second time, their first success being in 2018. What an honour I’m sure you’re thinking, for me and for them. Despite being born in Scotland I wasn’t born with an inbuilt love of Scotch Pies, but being Scottish has certainly allowed for the opportunities to sample my fair share over the years and develop suitable levels of admiration. It was in that case a real pleasure to try last years winner from The Little Bakery in Dumfries which was served for lunch.

The man sitting next to me at the table was a two time world champion himself and it was interesting to hear him describe the pie as slightly too meaty, he preferred his filling to ever so slightly crumble apart. I took this in while devouring mine and deciding he was probably right but that I was too much of a philistine to really worry about these finer things. I love meeting people who take these kinds of things so seriously, it’s never just a pie you know. I was hoping it would be more of a funny humorous event but the comedy value seemed lost on most folk there. The big bellied old bakers took the whole event very seriously, as they should, but still it’s always good to take the piss out of yourself when you’re at the world pie awards.

The presenter Carol Smilie, reasonably famous twenty years ago and still a total babe, cracked a few jokes about pies and spent the whole time taking photos with each winner as they gave her the old reach around. Bakers, by the nature of the extreme intensity of their job, are quite often total crazy characters and I enjoyed watching them come onto stage, some milking the adulation and giving Carol a good squeeze, some completely uncomfortable and putting their arm around her but barely making any real contact and the odd old perv clearly pushing the boundaries of whether they were copping a feel or not. It must be said she was a consummate professional throughout.

I, or more precisely my mates bakery that I was there representing, won the bronze award for best quiche lorraine. Their quiche comes in a pie shell, you see what they did there, very smart. Unfortunately there were more than one bronze winners each time so I had to share the stage with someone who despite my best efforts, got up there before me and next to Carol. I was really looking forward to giving her a good squeeze, if only I could remember the name of this other persons bakery I would officially boycott it forever.

All in all though the day may have lacked in pie related anecdotes and there was no Ricky Gervais to create any controversy but I got to eat a one time best pie in the world, win someone else’s award and meet a celebrity from the nineties. Can’t think of many better things to do midday on a Tuesday in January.