The Job

Years ago I took a job as a secretary, replacing two very sloppy people.  I organized the office, and my bosses - I had 5 of them, were upset when I threw out the used paper lunch bag collection.  It took me weeks to do that, throwing out about 10 to 15 bags a day until it became noticeable.  I honestly cannot understand how some people can be so slovenly.  But I digress.

I used to wonder how I would ever get so much work done.  It seemed to come in endlessly.  My bosses were mean and one of them was a drunk.  So was my ex-husband.  Mean and drunk.  So I moved on.

My new job I had the same issue.  Endless work and tasks, projects.  How would I ever organize this?  I remarried and we raised a son.  During this time I was commuting 4 hours a day.  But I got it all done, and now he’s a fine young man.

Over time, pretty quickly actually, I became the manager In the office, and after 30 years the work was done.

So I retired.  But after writing a few books, I found new work and soon became a senior manager.  Everyone else does the work now.  My job is to make sure it gets done.

I have my life organized.

So now I’m sitting here wondering, what will I do?

I used to have a wealth of things to do, and no time.

Now I have time, and I space out my tasks to stave off boredom.  With the coronavirus, we cannot really go out and do anything.  It leaves plenty of time on the hands to think, unless one wants to dissolve into the tv, or the phone or laptop.

I’ve always been a doer, and a thinker.

I always had a goal.  That’s why.

Now I still have desires, but don’t see a way to make them reality.

So I’m treading water.  Waiting for time to pass.

What miracle will life bring to me next?

What’s keeping you busy?

Will I be the same person when this lockdown ends, or will I pick up a new skill, a new goal, or a new facet to my persona.

What to do with all this time?