I’ve said before that I am a great procrastinator, to which some may wrongly think that I am lazy. I have worked 2-3 jobs at the same time for the majority of my adult life. In fact, the times where I have only had one job, I always feel like something is missing.
My students asked me the other day how many jobs I have had in my life. I honestly couldn’t answer the question. I really can’t remember all of them. So now I’ll try to search my memory warehouse for the facts.
Starting with the present and working backwards (more or less):
- math teacher (4 years and counting)
- math tutor in a college tutor center (4 years and counting)
- assistant manager at a cigar store (18 years)
- undergraduate teaching assistant (1 year)
- homework grader (2 years)
- online tutor (1 year)
- question tester for an online math web service (2 years)
- cook/bartender (6 months)
- cook at a nursing home (6 weeks)
- cook at a pizza parlour (1.5 years)
- product demonstrator (6 months)
- assistant manager at a kids fun center (2 years)
- resident assistant in a dorm (1 year)
- door monitor in a dorm (1 year)
- contact lens manufacturer quality control (1 year)
- seamstress in theater costume shop (1 year)
- contact lens manufacturer technician (1 year)
- dishwasher (1 year)
- waitress (1 year)
I think that is all of them. That is the last 24 years of jobs for me. If you count up the years at those jobs, you’ll see that I must have over lapped jobs.
Why did I start talking about procrastination? Well, I’m a little lazy at home. But wait. I do the laundry and dishes, take out the trash, cook the food, do the grocery shopping, and do a bit of nurse duties for Mercy.
What don’t I do? Floors, bathrooms,and litter except when I have to.
I know it sounds like I do everything, but I still find time to sit on the couch in my PJ’s playing on my laptop and watching a lot of TV. In fact I can spend hours on the couch. This is where I am lazy. I can lose my whole weekend on the couch accomplishing nothing. Or so I tell myself. It’s so easy to call myself lazy because I spend time doing nothing. I don’t give myself credit for the bursts of energy that allow me to get the laundry done. I do chores in binges. My house isn’t immaculate, but it is far from dirty. There are bits of clutter and disorganization, but it’s not disgusting. Could I do more? Sure. But do I have to do more? Not really.
I need to accept that hanging out in lounge wear doing nothing is a healthy and necessary part of my sanity.