Those armchair vocationalists crank out some treatises that I find helpful, after a fashion, on days when the poopmeter hasn’t pushed me over the ironic edge. :P Ultimately, to agree again with Gauntlets’ recent post, this seemingly prosaic existence makes sense, and becomes bearable, only in the mystery of poetry and the beauty of song.
But sometimes, in the trenches of daily tasks, I find it helpful simply to mutter, er, remind myself: Today, this is my job. THIS is my job. This IS my job. This is MY job. This is my JOB, today.
One college summer, I worked a factory job. Repetitious, mind-numbing, menial—a complete waste of all my, you know, college-educated talents. And you know what? I did a darn fine job of making widgets—so fine that I was quickly promoted to Master Widgetmaker tasks, with occasional stints on Widget Quality Control. I wasn’t fond of making widgets, nor of spending my summer in a windowless factory whose a/c couldn’t keep up with the ovens—but it was my job, so I turned my hand to it as competently as I could.
Er. Fast forward to my present repetitious, mind-numbing, menial job—a complete waste of all my, you know, college-educated talents. The products I’m manufacturing nowadays are eternal, not soulless components of cars that doubtless adorn the Clunker heaps by now. So why oh why, instead of turning my hand to these infinitely more important tasks as competently as I can, do I catch myself shrinking and shirking at every turn?* Master Widgetmaker I might have been; my Master’s in Motherhood is much more than a summer in the making (are commencement exercises even on the horizon yet?).
So sometimes, it just helps me to say it. Out loud even. This is my job. THIS is my job. This IS my job. This is MY job. This is my JOB. Self: put your haughty head down and do your job. Instead of welding another widget, today you will wipe another bum. (Again. And...again.) You’ll have to wait a little longer than two weeks for your paycheck, but those re-invested dividends are piling up like you wouldn’t believe.
*That question was kinda rhetorical, but in case you couldn’t resist, you’re right: It’s because I’m lazy, selfish, and just generally evil.