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sun_set_bravelyIf there was ever a day to call in sick from work, today would be that day. It's chilly and rainy outside. I got to bed at 3:30 this morning. There's a metallic taste in my mouth that throws my equilibrium off. I'm nauseous with lack of sleep, and my lip with the cold sore feels like it's seceding from my body.
But I can't call in sick, because I am working as load-out crew this afternoon for my office. Why? Because of the theory of personal responsibility that runs rampant in the not-for-profit world of exhaustion and burn-out: "If I don't do it, who will?" This is the theory that puts my boss (the managing director) on a ladder painting a supertitles screen during tech week while our executive director SLEEPS THROUGH THE DRESS REHEARSAL and actually falls out of his seat onto the floor during the run. Oh yes. I am not making this up. This is real life.
I'm all about going out of my way in crunch times to help get the job done. But when it's part of my job description? I'm starting to answer that question with: "I don't give a damn."
Maybe I'll go in late, but still on time for the load-out. I owe it to myself. And to the tree outside my window that insists on blazing orange and yellow against the grey, rainy sky. We have some talking to do, she and I.
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Do one thing nice for yourself today, my friends. And if you want, please report back here at the end of the day and tell me how it worked out for you.
But I can't call in sick, because I am working as load-out crew this afternoon for my office. Why? Because of the theory of personal responsibility that runs rampant in the not-for-profit world of exhaustion and burn-out: "If I don't do it, who will?" This is the theory that puts my boss (the managing director) on a ladder painting a supertitles screen during tech week while our executive director SLEEPS THROUGH THE DRESS REHEARSAL and actually falls out of his seat onto the floor during the run. Oh yes. I am not making this up. This is real life.
I'm all about going out of my way in crunch times to help get the job done. But when it's part of my job description? I'm starting to answer that question with: "I don't give a damn."
Maybe I'll go in late, but still on time for the load-out. I owe it to myself. And to the tree outside my window that insists on blazing orange and yellow against the grey, rainy sky. We have some talking to do, she and I.
~ ~ ~
Do one thing nice for yourself today, my friends. And if you want, please report back here at the end of the day and tell me how it worked out for you.
