Chapter Twenty Five - Smudge Run
I got into the Smudge run; Earth, Smudge, Earth, Smudge, moving artifacts, collecting my coin and parking it in safe sanctuaries so my wives and the various governments would not get their hot hands on it.
Without my side coin I couldn't buy a drink, and because it was side money, I had to keep my Spuck looking like a 'where is/as is'.
My usual modus had been to grab a teaching gig that lasted a semester, (to maintain my link with Brooklyn College), and continue to putter around the Museum of Natural History as a deputy junior curator.
The later was good as I didn't have to be anywhere or was responsible for anything, and whatever I was doing, if I were caught, I could always act more stupid than I looked.
The former however, that is being a fill-in instructor, was as chancy as flying into the Oort cloud.
The hours my classes were scheduled can be defined as painful.
Sometimes from eight in the morning until nine thirty, then off until three thirty
And as a temp, I get the night classes as well.
This means I ain't got no life.
I can't go out at night, can't sleep all day. I survive on crappy school food
and lose my train of thought at the first idiotic question.
It was time for me to get a niche.
Time to stop dabbling.
If I got a real post at B.C. from September to May I had plenty of time to
amass my artifacts, then side into my Spuck after my last class, get to
Smudge, then back...
I'd have June/ July/August/ and a bit of September, a long enough break
to get there, back, and have a few days laybye.
As a full timer, I'd be able to arrange a schedule of six hours a day or less to
allow me to continue my 'work' at the Museum.
I'd impersonate a conscientious professor. Maybe I'd fool someone into
throwing money at me for some study on something, then get to screw
around for a year.
It was kind of 'out of character' for me, (pretending I had a character) to
have a real full time job and do it.
I pondered as I berthed at Smudge, paid off my crew, made my connect with
Ahmet, got my coin, and was moving on.
I really didn't want to see any of my wives, but being out here, so close, and
having been alone so long... nature took it's course, and there I was, with the
wife and brats.
It didn't take three days for the thought of a full time job teaching
Anthropology 101 on Earth was looking attractive again.
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