I've just eaten my 4th peppermint patty (the smaller kind) and I have about 30 minutes to get ready to go to a boy scout banquet.
There are some things in my life right now that seem just a bit off, odd, or - well- obligatory. I love my job, I'll say that before I complain. What I don't love is job bullshit. Every work place has it- mine is considerably less inundated with it than the average "office space" corporation. Church work comes with its own species of bullshit, and I'm skilled at avoiding it, but every now and then- it bites me in the butt.
I have recently had a triangulating conversation and email about how I've kept track of my hours for the 2 years I've been working at this church. I won't go into the nitty gritty details, but let's just say person A told me person B doesn't like how I've been doing it- and so they're going to go and retroactively calculate my leave time according to their new method- 2 years into the process. I call this bullshit. And I'm going to talk to person B who should have talked to me to begin with - and politely explain my bullshit theory.
All that to say- I hate working for money. I am actually serious. I would much rather have some sort of income not dependant on my job/etc- say- be independantly wealthy- and then volunteer. You see volunteers always are good. Whatever they do- is more than what they had to- so they can't disappoint. Generally speaking, I will say I've seen some disappointing volunteers- but I am not one to over-committ myself.
So I guess I need to write my book, be the next JK Rowling (who am I kidding?) or something- fix this situation so that I can volunteer and garden for the hell of it- not for money- and not so someone can count my hours.
Surely there is a place for me- a place where I do not have to worry about bringing in enough money for the family, a place where I don't have to feel guilty about the fact that my intolerance of job bullshit is what's keeping me from a good ol' government job 40 hours a week that would pay for some health insurance, as opposed to the church insurance that spits on our medical bills and hopes their saliva might bring the numbers down a bit.
All of us intolerant ones- unite, we may be poor- but we have our integrity.
ha.
