crochetlady's Journal Meanderings, Hopes, Writing and Growth Wife of 32 years, mother of 2, grandmother of 3, Government worker eligible to retire in 5 years, crocheter of 34 years; hopeful writer; people watcher; reader of much; lover of cats,dogs,horses and most four legged animals;and much more to learn about myself. |
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2009-10-02 6:29 AM another week done I was reading Rhubarb's journal entry discussion on weekends and how her coworkers seem to work for the weekends. I guess I am guilty of the same thing.
For the most part, I enjoy my job. I know it provides a needed service to this part of my organization, it does not use all my brain, but that is the nature of this beast, and my boss knows this also. We are trying to resolve that issue. I think that if you are in a career that you truly love, the party hearty weekend isn't an issue. But for most of us, we work to survive. The job we are doing, isn't our passion. We find some satisfaction in doing it, we do it well, but it doesn't fill our soul. And there in lies the problem. We look for something to fill that spot. Many look to the wrong things (the heavy drinking etc.) We need to fill the creative spot that lies in each of us. That is what is missing from most of our jobs. The doctor, the lawyer, etc. use the create portion of their brains to solve the problem, cure the patient, find the arguement to convince (or try to convince) judge or jury. I sit and plug numbers to a spread sheet form. Little independent thought except maybe what color background. No creativity. Mind goes numb. Live for weekend where I can immerse in some type of creativity wether it be reading mind candy, crocheting, reading crocheting, cooking or dreaming. I learned long ago that drinking doesn't do it. But many haven't learned that lesson. Just a thought. On other front, last night I realized that the show 'Fringe' is too much on the fringe for me. The first season is was out there but still believable. Now it is too far out for me to enjoy. I wanted to play solitare, and my husband shut it off so he could spend time 'just being close'. I tried to sit and watch it, but I was too tired to crochet, and the show is just too far off. I went to bed and he was still playing his game. He is working from home today, so he could stay up later. I barely remember him hiting the sack. Got to call him in a minute. Then this morning, no hot water -cold water wash really wakes you up!!! Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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