My last several posts have mixed my sudden burst of writing with my SAD and feelings of depression and concern over unhappiness in my job.
As usual, I tend to analyze, and sometimes over-analyze these things.
It dawned on my yesterday morning that I have been working for 30 years. I started working when I was 14 and it wasn’t one part-time job to juggle with school but three. Yes, you read that right, THREE!
I started working part-time snack bar at Waterloo Bowling Lanes, I started to volunteer at K-W Hospital and I started working part-time at McDonald’s. Plus I was in confirmation classes, choir and CGIT at church.
Then I thought back to all the factories that used to employ staff in their early twenties with the promise of give us 30 years and we’ll let you retire with a full pension.
THIRTY YEARS!
Is it possible that they had something? That they knew that the average working life was 30 years so they decided to make the best of it?
You don’t have companies around for that long anymore and nobody is loyal to anyone the way they used to be. There was a lot of loyalty that went both ways with those companies. They appreciated their staff and provided for them and in turn they retained staff and loyalty to the company.
Before yesterday morning I hadn’t thought of it that way. I wondered if it was just me feeling the way I am for no reason whatsoever but now, it kind of makes sense.
I didn’t really get the chance to experience being a teenager the way most do. I barely had time for homework which was important to me.
No matter what I do or have done, I have always given my all. I believe, as an orange tail whooshes in front of my face as I try to drink tea, that we should all give our best in our jobs but, unfortunately at some point, that will catch up in some ways.
I have always done everything that way, even my writing. Perfecting what I teach. Precision is important to me, especially in my writing.
Anyway, I haven’t done quite as much writing this week and am only at 11,200 words and Chapter 7 but working away on it slowly. I know it’s not going to be a novel but it’s obviously past a short story. Any ideas on what I can call this piece now? I’m stumped!
So I’m going to go do some of the wonderful things I get to do on a Saturday morning when I’m not at work. This blog post is one, some exercise is another as well as laundry. I also want to watch Groundhog Day today… well, for obvious reasons and celebrating that good old Wiarton Willy did not see his shadow!
