Where I am At

    Sometimes, we are not where we want to be. At least, we are not where we think we want to be. Nobody, I think, imagines themselves lugging a basket of toilet paper and paper towels down a hall to restock custodial closets. There truly seems no job with less glory. But it is where I am at.
  This entry is not meant to be a pity-party, but an introspection. It seems that I think I am of some importance, that I deserve the job I want. I do not stop to think that the job I want might not be the job I need. Or the job other people need. At the end of the day, people need toilet paper, and somebody has to stock it. And for now, some of the time at least, that person has to be me. There is nothing dishonorable about stocking toilet paper or cleaning toilets or emptying trashcans. Every job is equally valid, and there is not a more important job I can do than the one I am at.