Yes, I missed another day. No, I don’t have a legitimate excuse for missing a day.
Instead, I’ll fill you in on what happened.
I had an eight-hour shift at work as a cart-pusher, and it was exactly as exciting as you can imagine it would be…
If you have a poor imagination, you could recreate the experience by pacing back and forth in a confined area, carrying a rock from one end to the other, over and over again, for eight-hours (oh, and you get two fifteen-minute breaks, and a lunch break).
After work, I drove an hour-and-a-half to come home for a few days. Now, I’m in Billings, spending time with my family.
The point I was trying to get to at the beginning of this post was how incredibly motivating it was to spend an eight-hour shift pushing carts… I’ll get back to that now.
As I pushed shopping carts back and forth, I couldn’t help but to think about how incredibly menial the task was. I kept thinking about how I could have been spending my time doing something so much more productive, and interesting, and just better than pushing carts.
I scored in the top 10% of the nation on my ACT’s. Why the hell am I pushing carts?!?
It bugged me. It made me frustrated. It made the shift drag on for a small eternity.
I can’t wait to go back to school.