So, you have missed me. I expect you have by now developed the disconcerting little habit of jabbing F5 (Refresh) on your keyboard all day long? I imagine you have been crying out ‘Dr Ada! Come back!’ in your sleep?
I thought as much.
But distract me no longer with your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Let me tell you about me.
the long summer vac research time is upon us, and the day of liberation redundancy draws ever near, I have taken my first, unfaltering strides in entrepreneurial self-improvement.
Yes, dear Reader. I have built myself a small brick wall (3’x6′).
I have spent the last two weeks crouched on the ground of a portakabin being instructed on the difference between soldiers, sailors, stretchers, shiners, half-bats, and queen closers. These delicate fingertips – which had only ever brushed ancient, cobwebby vellum in the half-light of a library basement – have been concealed by gruff canvas gloves. These tender knees – previously tested only by the occasional consultation of the Great Runic Encyclopaedia on the bottom shelf of the library’s oversize section – have been encased in rugged knee protectors.
I have wielded chisels, worn goggles, mixed concrete, and participated in bawdy banter with my fellow bricklaying pioneers (retired lady wanting to rebuild her horse’s stable; plumber seeking a world beyond the U-bend).
Step forward, Ada Lamb, PhD, Cert. Bricklaying.
Dear, sweet, literal-minded Reader. Remember: bricklaying is but a small step in the construction of the monument to myself that is the global Ada Lamb brand. As I said to Professor Beauregard only the other day, as she summoned me to her sunlit office with its double doors opening onto the quadrangle patio in order to make veiled references to absenteeism, dereliction of duty, and reduction of payout – ‘Exegi monumentum teaching committee perennius, dear Giselle’.
At this, dear Reader, a small look of bewilderment flitted across Professor Beauregard’s gerbil-like features. Clearly, my esteemed colleague has forgotten the rules of genre, in which the presence of a patio, newly acquired bricklaying skills, and a slow-burning grudge can mean only one thing.
Always remember, dear Reader, to open your mind to new skills as you embrace your entrepreneurial path. You never know when they will come in handy.