It is 11:15PM and I am still working on school stuff… and it is the first weekday of my spring break! I have been so far behind at work lately… with my step-father having a heart attack and triple bypass surgery, one of my sons hydroplaning his car into a retaining wall on the interstate (he is okay, but we spent several hours in the ER and have had insurance stuff to deal with), my oldest son getting rear-ended two days later (the car was till in our name so we’ve had to deal with the title, etc.), my mom’s brother dying, and my sweet granddaughter’s being born. How’s that for a run-on sentence?
Anyway, I am determined to get caught up, so I will likely work all through spring break. I like to work. Frequently I work from the time my feet hit the floor in the morning until I go to bed (or stop moving for more than a few minutes). If I am not doing school work, I am doing work for the seminar for which I assist… and if not that, housework… or helping my youngest son with homework.
What I am working on now, is becoming too big for my job. I want to get caught up and a little bit ahead. I want to do my job in a way that I outgrow my job. I realized that this would be a good plan one night when I was feeling sorry for myself for not being self-employed. Then I remembered… I add the happiness. Don’t get me wrong. I like my job. I like the students. I like my colleagues. I like my administrators. I just want to have some freedom at work. I want to use my time the way I see fit. And I should do well because I am a bit of a workaholic.