My hands still smell like Clorox and the TV my mom is still watching is making noises. They hurt my head. I am a terrible friend. I went to work today and ditched plans with a girl I have known for twelve plus years. I'm only seventeen, so twelve years is more than half my life span.
Sometimes, work is a dirty and filthy aspect of your life, literally and figuratively speaking. It can get in the way of relationships, friendships, family--it gets in the way of seeing people you don't work with that are important to you. Holidays, birthdays, parties, dating--they've all become completely and totally moot to me. And I mean schoolwork, please.
But other times, work is awesome. It can be totally fulfilling, or at least that's what I'm telling myself. Last night, my assistant manager told me to write a poem for him about how water while I was sweeping the outside. It was titled "Boiling Bubbles" and was absolutely terrible. But we laughed about it for a good ten minutes and it was nice. Even though the place was dead and the rushes we had were completely spontaneous, fleeting and few, we still had a good time and still worked hard. What is fulfilling, is that there are new relationships and new goals to meet that become prerequisite to accomplish the long term goal. And the new goals make meeting the long term one more fun, but still more exhausting.
My two-minute-while-cleaning poem about hot water was, to say the least, a stumble and not funny in the least without context. What was funnier was how my coworkers told me it was deep with the most serious expression on their faces.
I am committed to making up my missed work tomorrow morning--oh wait, it IS tomorrow morning. But in any case, I should be up to date with my schoolwork by the time spring break ends.
What is most worth slaving over than what you decide yourself? What you want and what you need, when they go together? Or is it one or the other? And how do you even decide that without want overwhelming logic of need?
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