Hi, I'm Jami Denton, and I am a work-aholic (can you be a work-aholic if you don't really do any work; you are just at work?)
School ended at 12:00 today. It is now 6:41 and I am still at school. I think I must be the weirdest human being in the world. I have spent precisely 4 hours in my classroom piddling. I did run my exams through the scan tron machine (the best invention ever!), record the exams in Faculty Access (the bane of my existence), and make labels for two of my fresh, newly organized notebooks, but other than those things (all of which combined probably took me an hour), I have done nothing. In fact, I think my room looks more messy and disorganized than when I began to organize and clean it 4 hours ago. How did I do this?
I know it is learned behavior. When I was little I would hang out in my mother's classroom while she piddled. My mother has probably spent over 80 hours a week at school or in a school related activity every school week of her adult life (and a lot of those I was with her, books and baby dolls in hand). I thought I would break the cycle; I would leave school at a decent hour, not take work home, etc. But here I am. Still at school and I have a bag full of work to take home. And do you know what the really sick, demented part is? I feel invigorated. I am not stressed. I would probably stay here hours more if I did not have responsibilities at home and if rapists and murderers would stop frequenting the apartment complex next door. Should I get some sort of help?
I know it is learned behavior. When I was little I would hang out in my mother's classroom while she piddled. My mother has probably spent over 80 hours a week at school or in a school related activity every school week of her adult life (and a lot of those I was with her, books and baby dolls in hand). I thought I would break the cycle; I would leave school at a decent hour, not take work home, etc. But here I am. Still at school and I have a bag full of work to take home. And do you know what the really sick, demented part is? I feel invigorated. I am not stressed. I would probably stay here hours more if I did not have responsibilities at home and if rapists and murderers would stop frequenting the apartment complex next door. Should I get some sort of help?
1 Comments:
Heh, heh, but why would you not want to go home?
Could it be . . .
. . . your HUSBAND?
(Confession: there are no rapists and murderers next door. That's just me, desperately wanting you to come home, calling the police and local news every night to falsely report an atrocity.)
(Confession 2: I just realized that in all honesty, I stay at school LONGER than you do. I was going to post another smart remark about how much quality time I've been spending at home without you, only to realize that -YIKES!!!!- you've beaten ME home four nights this week. And the fifth night we drove home together. We need a life together away from school . . .)
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