Work is well, work…
I have had a plethora of jobs all over the world,
Some I loved, some that were quite trying…
But one thing I always understood, was that work was work,
When at Job Corps, I worked hard,
As a counselor the work never ended, there was always a new kid with a new issue,
And some mornings I woke up, tired as a junkyard dog,
But I couldn’t wait to get there,
But I knew it was work,
Years earlier, I had managed a small bookstore,
And that was pure fun,
I made sure books were ordered and booksellers worked,
But mostly I read books and talked about them with the customers,
Had never read Eugenia Price, but since I was in a community filled with retirees,
I got on board, it was fun, but it was work…
What I have discovered is that when people get work confused,
It makes for strange bedfellows, umm cubicle fellows,
When people start treating their jobs,
Like it is their living rooms,
It can only lead to problems,
Because the work starts to mingle with the personal,
And the two become so entwined it confuses,
And when one falls apart it affects the other,
Most importantly if affects those around you,
I have seen it over and over,
People get all buddy-buddy,
And things are glorious,
They stand in one anther’s door,
Take lunch together,
Tell all,
And then one day…
They aren’t talking,
To each other,
And in many cases they start to talk about each other,
And the intent of why they are there…
To work,
To get a job done,
Is lost in the fray…
So, if I’m saying anything in this ramble that is of any use,
Whatsoever,
It is this,
Work is work,
And personal is personal,
And it is never good to get the two confused…
But hey, that’s just me…
BE BLESSED!
Angelia
www.angeliavmenchan.com
