| lauralyrics ( @ 2009-05-03 16:20:00 |
The above icon (or side icon, however you're viewing it) encapsulates my deep desire to avoid anything resembling chores. I went to the grocery store. I washed the dishes. I am exhausted. Hence, no laundry, no sweeping of floors, and no ironing. I amme sick to mye Hart of it.
Much busyness and excitement otherwise, though. I went to the Region Reads kickoff event, and immediately identified myself as a librarian because when everyone else took one bookmark, I surreptitiously took 50. And a poster. And 25 more bookmarks. (At this point someone else snuck 50 bookmarks, and we looked at each other and said, "So. Librarian?" As a secret handshake, it was kind of lame, now I think on it.) I was panicking about the whole thing earlier, since I was filling in for someone else and had no idea what I'd be expected or called upon to do. Introduce people? Shake hands? Stand up by the podium? Hide? And there was the requisite dithering by the closet, during which I managed to get a splinter in the ball of my thumb...which just goes to show that fashion emergencies are not only harmful to one's emotional health, but also to one's physical health, as well. (Not to self: must sand down edge of closet door.)
I've been feeling very hamster-on-the-wheel-ish lately. I've been doing a lot of running about, but where have I actually been going? And the answer is: nowhere, fast. I'm not sure if I just need a(nother) vacation, or if I should start thinking about a career change. Because as satisfying as it is teaching little old ladies how to cut and paste, I keep feeling like there's something more out there. Except that I actually do like what I'm doing right now, even though I'm slightly overworked. (A lot overworked.) And I know that I have a tendency to bury my head, ostrich-like, in details so as to ignore or avoid whatever else is going on...and so I run the hamster-wheel during the week (too busy with projects, I'll deal with that later) and over the weekend (too busy trying to catch up with chores, I'll deal with that later). I think I need a Sign. But I'm much too tired to think about it all right now, so I'll deal with it later. :)
Much busyness and excitement otherwise, though. I went to the Region Reads kickoff event, and immediately identified myself as a librarian because when everyone else took one bookmark, I surreptitiously took 50. And a poster. And 25 more bookmarks. (At this point someone else snuck 50 bookmarks, and we looked at each other and said, "So. Librarian?" As a secret handshake, it was kind of lame, now I think on it.) I was panicking about the whole thing earlier, since I was filling in for someone else and had no idea what I'd be expected or called upon to do. Introduce people? Shake hands? Stand up by the podium? Hide? And there was the requisite dithering by the closet, during which I managed to get a splinter in the ball of my thumb...which just goes to show that fashion emergencies are not only harmful to one's emotional health, but also to one's physical health, as well. (Not to self: must sand down edge of closet door.)
I've been feeling very hamster-on-the-wheel-ish lately. I've been doing a lot of running about, but where have I actually been going? And the answer is: nowhere, fast. I'm not sure if I just need a(nother) vacation, or if I should start thinking about a career change. Because as satisfying as it is teaching little old ladies how to cut and paste, I keep feeling like there's something more out there. Except that I actually do like what I'm doing right now, even though I'm slightly overworked. (A lot overworked.) And I know that I have a tendency to bury my head, ostrich-like, in details so as to ignore or avoid whatever else is going on...and so I run the hamster-wheel during the week (too busy with projects, I'll deal with that later) and over the weekend (too busy trying to catch up with chores, I'll deal with that later). I think I need a Sign. But I'm much too tired to think about it all right now, so I'll deal with it later. :)