I WORK TOO MUCH.... maybe?

I am so tired.

Today I failed to wake for my first period class for the second day in a row. Currently I am fueled by coffee alone. My arms only began to functioning once the liquid of life hit my blood stream.

How many weeks have I been back at university again? Just 4 right?

Last Friday I was an English teacher.

Last Saturday I was a bed maker + English teacher.

Sunday I was a bed maker + receptionist.

Monday I was a bartender.

And somewhere in between all that I attempted to be a student.

I can't complain at all but.

Since I love all of my three jobs.

Which is the issue as sometimes forget that I am a student (firstly?) when I agree to work.

My work place at a hostel is probably the most amazing job I have ever had. Looking back I've had a hell of a lot of jobs on the spectrum of jobs. Chinese restaurant, supermarket floor cleaner, wedding waitress, coffee shop staff, ski lift operator...

At the hostel the people I work alongside are a unique bunch. Last Sunday I worked alongside a Korean, French, Indonesian, German and Japanese.

Within Japan that is something special within itself. In the morning we spent our time making beds and chatting from top bunk to bottom.

Time passed quickly even with our mundane work.

At reception working afterwards we have the opportunity to meet so many people from around the world. You really forget what country you live in within this cosmopolitan world inside the hostel walls.

That Sunday evening after clocking off, work staff sat among customers eating 'Gimbap' (Korean style Sushi) and drinking too much booze.

I hugged my manager who gave me the finger in her usual greeting manner and said,

"Suki da yo!" I love you.

I said it back in return.

When you work some place like that it is hard not to want to work.

My other job as an English teacher is also so rewarding. Never would I have thought I would be a teacher - and never did I ask to be one (things just ended this way...)

One of my students, I have watched her from being a shy high schooler who sat silent when I tried to get her to talk - to being enthusiastic to to tell me how she skipped last weeks lesson to go see a concert (but she said sorry by bringing me chocolate).

Also she had the guts to go study in the Philippines alone this summer.

I love my bosses at the English school too. In between lessons, talking, drinking coffee and 'trying' (in my case) to play guitar.

Last week I was a guest speaker at a cram school and hung out with a bunch of awesome kids.

I taught them some Aussie slang, 'footy,' 'chockers,' 'fair dinkum,' which they seemed to enjoy until I scared them with a photograph of a red back spider and told them that that someone brought them to Japan.

Then there is my newest job at a whisky bar close by home. The perfect location for when it starts to snow.

It's not so busy so I can talk to the customers that drop by. Usually overworked salarymen.

My first ever customer was a watch salesman who had traveled half the world it seemed.

On his departure he left part of his change and told me to buy myself a good meal and my coworker to do the same.

I love my jobs. Work is like I am just going to hang with friends and happen to get paid.

I hope I can say the same thing in the future too. I wonder if I could ever commit to one workplace alone but?

As things are now every day is so different.

Now I just need to figure out where study fits into my busy working schedule. That doesn't sound quite right does it?

Shouldn't it be opposite?

Photo of my work as a guest speaker at a cram school. I was showing some of the kids how to balance on my long board.