"I remember being this busy last year. I remember being stressed. I'm not sure why I don't remember feeling so very tired," said Melanie to a co-worker this morning. Then, "I laid right on the carpet, face down, last night while I waited for the computer to turn on."
It's that time of year again.
The only thing I can think to write about is to whine about my job.
My great job.
My job that fulfills my need to extend my hand to folks with disabilities. My need to do paperwork (why do I love paperwork so? I just don't know). My need to handle office supplies. I really love sticky notes. I have an unhealthy affection for Sharpies. Also ink pens. Paper clips. My love of an office. Any office.
I have this fantastic career that pays well, in my opinion. Many people disagree. I don't. I work 194 days a year. I make a decent "hourly" wage. I make more than a big percentage of the population.
It provides what we need. Coupled with the Hubs' salary.
We could be richer. We could be poorer.
Then, why oh why, do I feel the need to whine about how tired, stressed, over-extended, burnt out, used and abused I am.
Oh poor, poor middle class teacher lady.
It will pass. The whining. It really will.
Lovely summer posts coming soon.
Four more weeks!
Summer lovin', comin' to a blog near you!
Also - the recent spring weather (that came just two days ago) has my heart filled with joy. I smell spring in the air. Finally. I smile when I leave the school building. I feel the sunshine and it brightens my being. Yet, I can only think of the whining.
It will pass.