Tomorrow's my last day of work for the semester, actually for the whole summer. I'm not due back on campus until mid-August. I was kinda crowing about it while I was talking to Bruce. You know the whole, "I'm done with wooo-ooorrkkk!" "I'm done with wooo-oorkkk!" His response was "So am I, until tomorrow."
It suddenly struck me--as much as I look forward to my summers off, how hard it must be to work full-time at a "real" job. Don't get me wrong. I work hard getting ready to teach, counseling and remediating students. But it doesn't feel like a real job because I spend a significant amount of my time listening to other teachers and having meetings. I mean it's nothing like the work I used to do, where I had to account for every minute of my shift and had people watching how much time I spent on the phone.
I don't remember much about when I did work full-time, but I do remember my boss one time telling me that he thought I was the only person he'd ever met who worked between vacations. It wasn't that I was always taking time off...it's just I like planning vacations and generally I have a couple of them lined up at any time. Even back when Bruce and I had no money, we would pack everything (including the dog) into the back of my Celica (like the one above--same color and everything) and go camping for a week. The vacations cost more now (lots more), but the concept is the same. I like finding where to go and stay and what to do while we're there.
Ok, so lesson for the day....remember that no one really loves getting up every day and going to work. Even if they are doing something they love, it still gets old. Therefore....keep your feelings of good fortune to yourself.
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