A modern day ant and grasshopper saga which I should
add a spoiler alert *this is a fussy post full of complaining with no
resolution so you should just stop reading now and go find pictures of puppies
on Facebook*.
Ernest Griset. "The Grasshopper and the Ant," 1869. |
If you know
the fable of the ant and the grasshopper, you’ll understand when I write
that I’ve pretty much always been an Ant aka workaholic/ saver/
worrier-about-tomorrow. I was raised in an Ant household and as my family story
goes, my first sentence was “Me do!” Aside from my ability to form more
complete sentences using the correct pronoun, not much has changed. I’m still
independent and I still have the attitude that work comes before play. Prepare
for tomorrow first; the opposite of Scarlett O’Hara’s “I'll think about that
tomorrow.”
It isn’t like I don’t have any fun; it’s just that
work and responsibility take priority. Most faculty positions are 9-month
contracts but many of us have special assignments and *other duties* during
summer months because that’s just how the economy is these days and work needs
to get done. I have two weeks of vacation that I can take in the summer so this
week I decided to take some time for some local day trips. As an Ant, I thought
it was a pretty big deal that I only checked my email three times :-/ Yeah, I’m
working on that… not bragging. Anyhow, what I hoped would not happen actually
happened. My vacation was hijacked.
Gustave Doré. "The Grasshopper and the Ant," 1867. |
I won’t bore you with the list of all the unfortunate
events and things that have been going wrong with contractors working on my
fella’s house for the last year. It isn’t like an asteroid fell on his house
either; there was some basic contracting and updating to be done and it took
them FOREVER! We’re in the final phase before we can put the house on the
market. Yesterday I felt totally defeated when the folks arrived to hang blinds
only to discover that they weren’t cut correctly and were two inches too long.
Sigh. Of course this was after the dishwasher install cancelled two planned fun
outings including one on Friday night because apparently a dishwasher install
requires a plumber and an electrician who complain about the other’s work and
force you to listen to their personal lives. I guess that’s just a Southern
thing but Sigh. But it took six hours of my time on one day and eight on the
next day. In the big picture that really isn’t a big deal but it all seems to
add up… and today I woke up at 3 am to my toilet running non-stop. I’ll have to
fix that too. It’s just a bunch of little things… and the fact that I took off
a week’s vacation to end up being a contractor-babysitter on Thursday, Friday,
Saturday and Sunday. Somehow that erases all my happy-cemetery-gallivanting. Alright,
it doesn’t really erase that but it is super frustrating when Life happens and
you have to be the kind of adult who deals with stuff… which brings me to some
of my Grasshopper friends who have been to the beach a few times because they
don’t have jobs and in-between their vacations (emphasis on the plural!) they
get fussy with me because well, I’m being an Ant. I’m really envious that they
get to go to the beach and I don’t even like the beach that much unless it’s at
night and I would never ever swim in the ocean because I don’t want to be eaten
by a shark or an unidentified sea creature that many folks refuse to believe
in.
I don’t have a way to end this post and I have work
that needs to be done. I’m poopy so I’m just going to end by saying Monkey
Monkey Monkey because if you say it aloud, you smile. Plus, you look really
silly saying monkey for no real reason. Of course just be careful that you don’t
say “Monkey” and smile in front of a monkey because that’s a sign of aggression
in monkey-language and they’ll probably try to bite your face off.
I agree on swimming in the ocean part. I am terrified of sharks.
ReplyDeleteAnd those weird jellyfish!
DeleteBlah. So many kinds of blah. :( I'm sorry sweetie that a chunk of your vacation was spent doing "house selling" stuff. I can sympathize. Sending you love and lots of it.
ReplyDeleteOn the upside, I can hear your voice in my head saying "Monkey, monkey, monkey...." and I can't help but giggle. It's kind of like when Ed puts his hands up to his ears and says, "I have my listening ears on." HAHAHAHAHA! It brings me right back to all of us doing the same thing in NOLA. So, if you want to talk, I have my listening ears on ... and you can say monkey all you want. MUAH!
OMG I think Ed actually did that in NOLA during the conference. You cracked me up!
DeleteI'm so thankful we were able to take our NOLA vacation. I wish we were there right now sipping some cocktails.
It's just one of those days where every inanimate object is turning on me and spending my money! I just pulled a pipe from the wall... WTF...sigh. I need to crawl under the covers. If I kick something, it will just break.
Oooo, cocktails! YES! YES! YES! Right now it would be deadly hot and humid ... maybe sipping cocktails and eating lobster in Salem? Better, yes?
DeleteI think you and I need a phone conversation ... are you around this Friday afternoon? Maybe Sunday? I need to hear your lovely voice. Skype?
I think Friday afternoon is a phone date! Yep, we ***need*** to talk. Oy!
DeleteOoohh, when is our next vacation? Seriously... sigh.
Oh, that is SOOOOO unfair!!! I can partially understand; I had my vacation week pretty much ruined last year because my mom went into the hospital at the beginning and stayed there the whole week, so I spent the whole time worrying about her.
ReplyDeleteBut I LOVE your last paragraph! And in honor of you, I say, "MONKEY MONKEY MONKEY!" :-)