Procrastinating.
Hours and hours have dragged on.
I'm battling my zillionth illness of the schoolyear and wishing like you wouldn't believe that I could just call in tomorrow.
But I can't. For a whole host of reasons.
So I need to lesson plan.
And you may be familiar with my issue: I fucking suck at lesson planning.
You don't even understand. This weekly lesson planning BS has made me legitimately question, ALOUD: "Hey, what was so bad about working at Big Lots! . . .?"
It occurred to me that every employment that I've had other than Big Lots! (discounts and closeouts retail) (the exclamation point is part of their name. Just as it is a legal part of the title for the beloved musical by Rogers and Hammerstein: OKLAHOMA!) Every single other piece of work I'v had to do has demanded a great deal of creativity from me. A serious amount of OUTPUT. Like, I cant just show up at my job tomorrow and get to work. Can't just go FILE or whatever. I have to CREATE all the time.
I'm thinking I'd like some time spent at a job wherin I fulfill tasks that require no creative exertion whatsoever.
Yes, yes, this all seems contrary to who I am. An artist. A writer. A performer. A director. A dreamer, etc.
And I must say: indeed. It IS contrary to who I am! But perhaps that's the ticket! Maybe the next step to a healthier ME is finding a career that doesn't demand so much time creating all the time. I need a DOING job.
But what on earth could that be?
I'll think on it and get back to you.
Right now I have a unit to develop, a week's worth of lessons to invent, materials for said unit and lessons to pull the fuck together, and how many hours left in which to accomplish this herculean feat? Yeah.
Plus I see my department head tomorrow. For which I will have to prepare right after I'm done slogging thorugh all the other bullshit. Fun times ahead.
Focus on the positive: The house smells like warm, fresh bread. Thank you, Aaron, for the wonderful christmas gift!
Oh, about the post title. My friend Julia once wrote on facebook or somewhere:
Procrastination is like Masturbation: Fun for a while, but in the end, you're just fucking yourself.
Hours and hours have dragged on.
I'm battling my zillionth illness of the schoolyear and wishing like you wouldn't believe that I could just call in tomorrow.
But I can't. For a whole host of reasons.
So I need to lesson plan.
And you may be familiar with my issue: I fucking suck at lesson planning.
You don't even understand. This weekly lesson planning BS has made me legitimately question, ALOUD: "Hey, what was so bad about working at Big Lots! . . .?"
It occurred to me that every employment that I've had other than Big Lots! (discounts and closeouts retail) (the exclamation point is part of their name. Just as it is a legal part of the title for the beloved musical by Rogers and Hammerstein: OKLAHOMA!) Every single other piece of work I'v had to do has demanded a great deal of creativity from me. A serious amount of OUTPUT. Like, I cant just show up at my job tomorrow and get to work. Can't just go FILE or whatever. I have to CREATE all the time.
I'm thinking I'd like some time spent at a job wherin I fulfill tasks that require no creative exertion whatsoever.
Yes, yes, this all seems contrary to who I am. An artist. A writer. A performer. A director. A dreamer, etc.
And I must say: indeed. It IS contrary to who I am! But perhaps that's the ticket! Maybe the next step to a healthier ME is finding a career that doesn't demand so much time creating all the time. I need a DOING job.
But what on earth could that be?
I'll think on it and get back to you.
Right now I have a unit to develop, a week's worth of lessons to invent, materials for said unit and lessons to pull the fuck together, and how many hours left in which to accomplish this herculean feat? Yeah.
Plus I see my department head tomorrow. For which I will have to prepare right after I'm done slogging thorugh all the other bullshit. Fun times ahead.
Focus on the positive: The house smells like warm, fresh bread. Thank you, Aaron, for the wonderful christmas gift!
Oh, about the post title. My friend Julia once wrote on facebook or somewhere:
Procrastination is like Masturbation: Fun for a while, but in the end, you're just fucking yourself.
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1 comment:
i am super sick. i'm not going in today. but that is what three days of vomit bought me. a day off.
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