I went to work. I sat there and read for four hours. I finished Schlepping through the Alps and got halfway through Atonement. I taught zero classes. I want to teach classes. I really like teaching classes. No one told me to teach any classes. No one made me a schedule. I talked to the teachers. Said hello to all of them. I talked to non English teachers. But no, no work for me. I considered while I was sitting there that perhaps I have an American view towards work. I want to be working all the time. I need work to be satisfied. The fact that I work very hard is a matter of pride to me. Perhaps this is why I get so frustrated when I go abroad, no one ever gives me enough work to do.