Elementary woes v. Work woesPosted: April 1, 2011
“I don’t want to go to school.”
Its a typical response to the existence of school throughout your childhood years. I mean who really wants to go to school and get their chewed on my a teacher day after day. In high school and college there is a little more freedom.
Elementary school, however, is the vain of 90% of children. Teachers are restrictive, textbook are heavy, and even recess are really just bullying sessions. The worst of all are the intimidating spelling bees, which really only teaches you to avoiding getting things right at all cost. If your wrong you get to sit down, otherwise you are on an endless line up and there is no gun to give you mercy.
The persecution is endless and after the third or fourth year you have to get smart. Simply saying “I don’t want to go to school” doesn’t actually get you out. In fact 100% of the time parents are more likely to enforce attendance, but suddenly you have a tummy ache and your in business.
For example, fourth grade was hell for me. Thankfully there was this little thing called peanut butter. I loved it but I tummy hated it. All I needed was too much of the pb and I was off to the nurse. Off to the nurse and out of school. I was so predictable that the nurse didn’t even have to call my mother after a while. Typically on the third or fourth day my body just had enough and that’s when my tummy just shut down.
Now that I’m adult though, the peanut butter technique doesn’t really work. Nothing actually works. “I don’t want to go to work” is either said in my head or without realizing to my pillow. And while there is noone to actually force me to go to work I still find myself dressed and ready for the day.
Don’t get me wrong, working in a library isn’t a miserable job. 75% of the time loving my job is easy. I get to take books home for free, what’s not to love (even though I get a little sad when I have to bring them back). its just that other 25% is daily grind that can just get to you.
Then again it could just be a bad week, like this week. In that case…….
“I don’t want to go to work,” said the lowly librarian worker in agony.
The only happy thought to permeate her brain is one simple thought; tomorrow is the weekend. Ahh the power of optimism. Till we meet again