If I have a few minutes spare before my bus at Melksham, I let my feet, (and often the weather) guide me as to where to hang out. The Town Hall foyer today proved partially providential in the ten minutes I lingered there, as it provided a chat with Jon about counselling opportunities in primary schools (limited, unfortunately), some cheery banter with Cameron about the possibility that it is not me but my driving instructor who needs a bit of a push, and a most fortuitous conversation with Stephen Gray covering such topics as the Sainsbury’s community grant and what might be done with it, the massively successful sell out Jon Richardson tour (of which I am not only proud owner of two tickets, but also a poster with MELKSHAM ASSEMBLY HALL listed alongside venues like LONDON LEICESTER SQUARE THEATRE and DUBLIN OLYMPIA), and the fact that, yes, what a coincidence, I am currently looking for further employment.
So now I sit in the Art House Café, with one strongly brewed pot of tea and one fresh off the photocopier application form for the position of Deputy Clerk for Melksham Town Council.
I can tick every box. Not only tick, but I can imagine giving fabulous examples and impassioned enthusiasm for every box in an interview.
It comes with all those wonderful normal things like holiday pay, sick leave and pension, many sensible miles away from this risky self-employed write my own cheques out of a very unreliable pot of grant money weird universe that is a Community Area Partnership coordinator.
But it’s full time.
And I’m so torn!
I love my job at MCAP, too much of course. Tuesday for example, I worked 13.5 hours for a job that is supposed to take 3 hours a day. None of it is really claimable, as to arrange and prepare papers for an AGM doesn’t have to take as long as I did, but I threw in all my free other hours simply because I wanted it to be fun, colourful, full of pictures and activities. People are giving up their evening; I want to give something back. It was a great evening, people didn’t want to leave, we got a handful of new volunteers, a collection of post it notes full of ideas for how to be more inclusive, effective and open, and a pile of colourful paper flowers scribbled full of creative and inventive ways that MCAP can help the community. Most of all, we had 30 people who left the meeting with a smile, some new contacts, a belly full of cake, and a sense of pride and happiness in our fabulous community.
And I giggled excitedly all the way home at the sheer brilliance and wonder of the Melksham Community Area Partnership. I love it.
And I don’t want to give it up.
But it is a luxury really, for the retired or the stupidly wealthy, to be able to throw so many voluntary hours at a thing that you care about, and is not a sustainable or realistic way to continue.
I do need, most urgently, another job. And I will only be able, honestly, to put my heart into one that is community focused, people-centric and aligned with the ethical and spiritual requirements of my soul to spend my hours doing some actual good for the world, and not for some anonymous person’s bank balance. Or even just for my own, for that matter.
And Town Council is so very similar to Community Partnership, OK not in procedure and position in the community, but in aims, values, purpose. And it is more powerful and recognised and structurally significant than the partnership, and does, by virtue of a few thousand pounds a month more, get more done.
And, much as my siblings who grew up here still question me bafflingly from their various new homes of London, New York and Madrid, I do love Melksham. I could give my hours to Melksham. I already do, nearly all of them, except this way I would actually get paid for each one.
The major difference is the faff and hassle of getting to Melksham by 9am every single morning. Wearing a skirt and blouse as well. Not that I don’t like dressing smartly, I love it, but you do save so much time when your work arrangements allow you to stay up till midnight finishing the steering group papers and still arrive well slept at your desk at 9am, albeit in your dressing gown with a bowl of muesli.
And of course the major thing for this year, my big 2012 plan, is to get my book done. My book, which I have been chipping away at for years but, with only one part time job, I could actually devote every afternoon to and get done this year. Or so I thought, until Melksham time has already managed to spill over into writing time for 4 of the 7 working days so far this year.
And again, it is a luxury that I can’t afford.
Torn, torn, torn.
I think it comes down to this. Can I hand over my role in the partnership to someone else? Am I too possessive and emotionally tied to this role that I don’t want someone else to have it? All my work that I have put in for two years to get it to this place, the massive bank of contacts, relationships, information, the pages and pages of data, research, opinion, not to mention the amount of frustration, anger and tears I have overcome to get it this far?
Deadline in two weeks. I will think, and I will look out, and I will see.
But my god above I could do with some holiday pay.
But, look at this, I have always been trying to get the Melksham Community Area Partnership to work closely with the Melksham Town Council, so if I was in the town council, well there you go, I could link the two together so much more, I would have an overview of everything, I could play such a key role in addressing all the things that the partnership has identified, that the town council actually has the power to solve!
I would of course still support MCAP with hours and hours – I could join the Steering Group! Ha. And whoever took my place, I’d be there for them for as long as they needed.
Hmm hmm hmmm