My feet hurt. My knee is aching. My wrist is starting to act up. I've over-shelved.
Today at my library we were jampacked with carts of books that needed to be shelved. So I shelved them, as many as I could. I took up two carts of books at once to shelve. I shelved ten minutes into my lunch hour. I piled extra books onto full carts. I was a shelving maniac!
What is going on?
I'll tell you what's going on. No manager has bugged me for more than a week! It might even be two weeks! One manager has been mostly gone this week on something that is sort of like a vacation. The other manager, after a couple very chilly years between us, is all friendly again. And when they do see me or talk to me, they have no agenda!
I can't live like this!
When I work in an unjust system, when I am underappreciated, when the system is mismanaged, I take it out in leisure time. I redress the balance by emotional distancing. But if everyone leaves me alone and I am free to do whatever I want, I get all... responsible.
I secretly take care of business.
I overwork!
This is utterly untenable!
Everything is achy from the overwork. I am not sufficiently compensated. This is unfair, terribly unfair!
Someone must pay!
But who?
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