Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Nose to the Grindstone
Some people work as hard as I did yesterday, every day. How the heck do they do it? I'm in awe just thinking about it. Certainly the oncology nurses I spoke with yesterday morning while I sat with a client about to undergo a hideous peritoneal chemo lavage work that hard.
All my clients who work for Congress work like dogs, too. Most of America feels hostile towards these people, but when you live here, when you see how most of these people could make twice their salaries working in the private sector, but choose public service anyway, some compassion for their impossible jobs inevitably arises.
I have a client who is a social worker with Child and Family Services. She swears she doesn't work too much anymore, but she definitely puts in her fifty to sixty hours. Her job is absolutely impossible, too, can you imagine? And folks I know through the blog world, like Ellen of the blog Stuff from Ellen's Head (just one example) work pretty much around the clock, seven days a week. Whew!
When I work, I work hard, but sometimes I feel like such a slacker for "only" working four days a week. Most of the time I realize it is a humane schedule, allowing me time/space to walk around, think, cook, garden and enjoy my life. Time is my luxury, I like to say.
Some days, like yesterday, there's no choice except to buckle my seatbelt and focus on the tasks at hand. It was a good day of work, it was. But to work that hard everyday? I can't imagine. Yikes.
I big ole salute to everyone who works harder than I do, which would include pretty much everyone in Washington DC. Bravo!