I had a dream last night that I was squeezing lemons into a gigantic 10 gallon bucket. I stayed up all night doing it. By morning my hands were raw and the bucket was full of juice. I then proceeded to take the entire bucket and pour it over my head.
Today at work I sat with 40 other Admin assistants and listened to policies and procedures for the 2010-2011 academic year. I looked around : Mostly 40-50 something women with tight, pinched expressions on their wilted faces. They looked as if they were enjoying the seminar as a much as they enjoyed using tampons. My instinct was to tell a joke in that situation, but I honestly didn’t think these women were capable of smiling.
After flipping through the handout paperwork, I went back to my desk, where I handed paperwork to incoming freshman. I accepted financial aid paperwork from students, and filed paperwork in my desk. I entered data from tour sheet paperwork, and printed paperwork for the following day’s tours.
I then went home and filled out more paper for my custody hearing, mailed paperwork to the courts, and copied child support paperwork for social services. I looked over preschool paperwork for LB, and opened mail full of paperwork bills.
I’m so done with it. My job AND my life can’t revolve around paperwork. I can’t end up like those women I saw today. I hope to God they weren’t saying the same thing when they were my age. It’s all too sad to think about.