我返緊三份工。
I'm working three jobs.
第一份係正職，幫個酒店集團經營社交媒體、回覆顧客查詢、搞活動、影相加拍片之類；延續香港人強烈奴性，朝九晚五做到隻狗咁。
The first is the proper one: running social media for a hotel group — answering guest enquiries, organising events, taking photos, shooting videos. Carrying on that proud Hong Kong tradition of servitude: nine to five, worked like a dog.
星期日下午，我會幫之前間害蟲管理公司炒散。份工內容好簡單，草擬合約、開發票、更新網站內容等等，全部都係複製貼上再改兩隻字咁，大部份時間其實都係同同事吹水，當係個個禮拜返去見朋友。
On Sunday afternoons I do casual shifts for the pest-control company I used to work for. The work could not be simpler — drafting contracts, raising invoices, updating the website; copy, paste, change two words. Most of the time is really spent nattering with old colleagues; call it visiting friends once a week.
最近我連星期六晚都決定開工，喺間酒吧度幫手。執吉杯、斟啤酒、沖嘢飲咁，又係手板眼見嘢，但係人工唔錯，返幾粒鐘就有七十幾鎊。加上個個禮拜有樂隊現場表演，氣氛好好，班客又好玩，做落幾開心。
Lately I've given away my Saturday nights too, helping out at a pub. Collecting glasses, pulling pints, mixing the odd drink — nothing you can't learn by watching. But the pay is decent: seventy-odd pounds for a few hours. There's a live band every week, the atmosphere is good, the regulars are a laugh. Honestly, it's rather enjoyable.
咁我搞乜鬼要返埋酒吧呢？
So why on earth would I take a job at a pub?
事關我上個月喺酒吧總開銷高達八百英鎊。錢唔係最大問題，而係除返開五鎊一杯啤酒嚟計，再除三十日，即係差唔多每日都會飲到五大杯以上。星期六去酒吧當值，一來賺返少少零用錢，二來係想逼自己飲少啲酒。
Because last month my pub bill came to eight hundred pounds. The money isn't the real problem. Divide it by five pounds a pint, then by thirty days, and it works out at more than five pints a day, nearly every day. The Saturday shift earns a little pocket money — and, more to the point, keeps me on the wrong side of the bar.
我知道有朋友幾擔心小弟，驚我淨係識得搵錢，忘記為自己打算。實情我仍有點時間做吓其他嘢，例如每逢一三五都會早點起身跑吓步，每日收工睇陣書，星期六日頭仍會瞓到黃朝白晏，周日晚去散步、睇戲、寫文咁。
Some friends, I know, worry about me — afraid I only know how to earn, and have forgotten to live. In truth there is still time for other things. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I get up early for a run. A little reading after work each night. Saturdays I still sleep till noon; Sunday evenings are for walks, the cinema, writing.
如此填滿個時間表，當然好累。
A timetable filled like this is, of course, exhausting.
有時累累地，我會伸個懶腰打喊露。
Sometimes, when the tiredness sets in, a long stretch and a yawn.
散步見到好風景，我一定會停低企一陣。
A good view on a walk, and I will stop and stand a while.
每晚忙完，沖個熱水涼；歎杯茶、煲陣劇。
At the end of each night, a hot shower; a cup of tea, an episode of something.
最重要係，夜夜可以瞓得沉穩。
Best of all, sleep arrives deep and steady, night after night.
一個人原來都可以盡興。
A party of one, it turns out, is still a party.