Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Wonderful Wednesday


Why would you want to stay home, only working part-time, often trekking up to the elementary or middle school your child attends, to deliver or pick up?

I ask myself that question often. In fact I have tried to go back to work many times only to fall completely on my face by crashing and burning, (doing too much to try to compete and completely blowing up).

When you total up all the fees you pay for: childcare, after-hours baby sitting, pet care, house cleaning, and gas - HELLO....you end up with one third of what you take home after taxes. Then pile on a fee for a therapist, because if you work with people like I have, you'll need one!

I have met some great and not so great people at work. A few departments I worked in were all men and had a very cutting sense of humor. I would often walk into my studio area and see a blow-up dinosaur bearing teeth. I am not sure if it was a parody on myself or not. I did laugh, however thinking am I that vicious?

Then there was the time I gave the guys chocolate bars named "Cow Pie" for a holiday gift. I soon was GIVEN that name for about a year and laughed along with them until it got out of hand. http://www.explorewisconsin.com/BarabooCandy

One job I had just a couple of years ago where I was also working with single adults without kids was also a questionable experience. Out of 5 people that worked there, two did most of the work, another 2 whom were single women, got shafted on most of the work. One of them who is still there was/is given hardly any work and has to BEG for work. There was a report on NPR of situations similar to this where employees are NOT being given work and the burnout and erosion on a person's self esteem. http://www.mentalhelp.net/poc/view_doc..

Enough ranting and raving today. On to work I commited to do for the PTA, (I am such a geek)!

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