Wednesday, December 10, 2014
The challenges and opportunities of maturity
With aging comes certain physical restrictions. Working at a job that requires great athleticism, as I do, makes this particularly apparent. I work at a library, which is a lot like being a professional soccer player, only with less running and more complaining about the reffing. And like soccer players, who physically peak at about 29 years of age, there comes a point at which, to stay competitive, one must play smarter, not harder. Unlike my young colleagues, like Dave, for instance, barely 30, who is free to operate a book cart willy nilly or shelve without the least fear of pain, I must employ all my years of experience and library worker craft in order to survive at my job. I must dig deep now to stand out at my job. And I can hardly afford a minute going by without my accessing my sprawling catalog of work experience if I am still going to hope to function at the top levels of clerking, to excel, and to still be good enough to compete for clerk of the year honors. I mean, if clerk of the year honors existed, which, of course, they don't, because, seriously, who would care?
Which, finally, brings me to the main, fundamental question of this missive:
How the hell do I get this stuff shelved all the way down on the bottom row?