does you likes?
i know i shouldn't be typing right now b/c my hands have been hurting for a week now b/c i'm actually about 60 yrs. old. i think it's b/c the keys on my keyboard are harder to push down than my laptop keys.
sometimes i really love my job and other times i hate it. i love our work and what it's all about, but then sometimes i think we live lives that reflect the exact opposite of the values we profess professionaly and personally (and incessantly try to convince others of). what are we pushing for, really? community. and what do those of us do that are in this field? slave away endlessly at our agencies for grants and volunteers and competent board members that will ensure the sustainability of...what was it again? i have to reply to this email first...
i'm definately not saying that i'm slaving away every day. far from it. but i do sit in a window-less office that begs my presence regularly, m-f, 8-5 (make that more like 9-4...). email makes it possible for me to reply to people in seconds, moving things along quickly so that we GET THE JOB DONE! And then I can buy food conveniently at the union for lunch, so that i can get back to the office and respond to the 12 emails that were sent during the break. if i need someone's name, address, or email, or if i need to find out about somebody's organization/program, luckily google is available for me to instantaneously find out the deal on those folks. no need to waste time on a phone call. i am the queen of resourcefulness, and that's a good thing. that's what they're looking for.
but i'd like things to move slower. today i'd like to not work in this office, not even in this field at all. i'd like to move to the southern indiana hill country and grow food for our kitchen, and spend all day harvesting and cooking our meals. i'd grow so much food that i could give it to our friends--canned, jammed, ketchuped, pureed--and then they could better afford to do the things they want to do. and then maybe we could all move a bit slower, and take time to just sit on the front porch and do nothing. have some lemonade, smoke a clove, drink some wine, whatever.
i need to suck it up. working blows!
sometimes i really love my job and other times i hate it. i love our work and what it's all about, but then sometimes i think we live lives that reflect the exact opposite of the values we profess professionaly and personally (and incessantly try to convince others of). what are we pushing for, really? community. and what do those of us do that are in this field? slave away endlessly at our agencies for grants and volunteers and competent board members that will ensure the sustainability of...what was it again? i have to reply to this email first...
i'm definately not saying that i'm slaving away every day. far from it. but i do sit in a window-less office that begs my presence regularly, m-f, 8-5 (make that more like 9-4...). email makes it possible for me to reply to people in seconds, moving things along quickly so that we GET THE JOB DONE! And then I can buy food conveniently at the union for lunch, so that i can get back to the office and respond to the 12 emails that were sent during the break. if i need someone's name, address, or email, or if i need to find out about somebody's organization/program, luckily google is available for me to instantaneously find out the deal on those folks. no need to waste time on a phone call. i am the queen of resourcefulness, and that's a good thing. that's what they're looking for.
but i'd like things to move slower. today i'd like to not work in this office, not even in this field at all. i'd like to move to the southern indiana hill country and grow food for our kitchen, and spend all day harvesting and cooking our meals. i'd grow so much food that i could give it to our friends--canned, jammed, ketchuped, pureed--and then they could better afford to do the things they want to do. and then maybe we could all move a bit slower, and take time to just sit on the front porch and do nothing. have some lemonade, smoke a clove, drink some wine, whatever.
i need to suck it up. working blows!