So I'm into my third year at the Montgomery County-Norristown Public Library, working as "lead Interlibrary Loan clerk"--basically a glorified shipping clerk. Me. with two master's degrees and a lifetime of music performed and taught. Me, with business sales and management background. Why the fuck did it turn out so badly?
I can't blame it all on my addiction.
I can't blame it on "everyone hates me"/I'm too old/I'm a selfish bastard/I'm stupid/It's karma for a life of abuse dished out toward me and to others.
No, I'm not the nicest man in the world. I get cranky (and I believe rightfully so) when I'm not listened to or pushed into a corner (see current job). But in the words of someone far wiser than me, this is a case of "accepting the things I cannot change". More later.
*--Burt Bacharach and Hal David for the movie Alfie (Paramount,1966).
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