Today I heard the receptionist whispering about my less than perfect performance. She compared me to the new intern who's impeccable filing seems to blow her away. While standing in the adjacent office listening to this woman whisper feverishly about the two articles that I mis-filed and about how she doesn't understand my color coordinated system blah blah blah, my face flushed lava red with fury and frustration, burning up, steaming pools rushed to my eyes and I wanted more than ever to erupt in her face. Then suddenly like a pure breeze blowing through the toxic gases of a volcano, I had a thought that made me laugh. A giggle the turned into a full on holler. The thought was something like, thank god Im not good at filing because unlike her I wont be doing this for the rest of my life. Thinking back maybe that thought was a bit cruel... but it did something for me. I don't know really how to explain it, but it made me realize how much I DONT CARE about files, about AP and SAT scores, about top schools. Right now the work that Im doing is like forcing an artist to major in math, or like asking Ronald Dahl to stop writing and start studying biology, Im just not wired to to this type of work, and no matter how much the receptionist doesn't like it, lord knows im doing the BEST that I can... so she can just get over it :)
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