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31 Days: Work


In 2015 my company went through a restructuring and at the same time, they rearranged our office space, moving people around so they were grouped based on the new organization chart. This office was temporary, only for about a week or so but the work continues when you work on a monthly journal. A coworker thought my set up was so funny that she took a photo of me in action.

Work is what keeps me up at night. How will I get all of the work done, not just in my day job but also in my part-time job, and the work I want to do on my house? I have over 50 papers to proofread on the shelves in my office. My record is reading six in a day. I have a dream of days at work where I could actually put my head down and get work done. Then my email dings and I am awaken from my dream by a problem that needs my attention right now.

I am so lucky to have part-time work that I can do at home that helps me pay my bills. But some days I long for a life where I only have one job and no work to do after I've finished my eight-hour day. Other than the work of laundry, housecleaning, and yard chores.

Until that day, I will continue to consider myself lucky that I have work to do. I have survived two reductions in staff at my full-time job and my part-time job is affected by the same downturn as my full-time one. I will be thankful that my days are filled with work that allows me to have a roof over my head, plenty of food to eat, and a little left over to put aside to do things to improve my house. Remembering my blessings is no work at all and I need to do it more often.


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