Working Too Much
Like all workaholics, I have always felt that I lead a perfectly normal life. Untill today. I left home this morning for office and as I drove my mind wandered to an algorithm that I have been working on. I reached office, turned off the engine and was getting out of the car when I noticed someone on the back seat. It was my son. Instead of dropping him off at school, I had driven straight to office.
In these four and a half years, my son has looked at me in different ways. But nothing like the look he gave me when he asked, "Dada, what are you doing?". I mumbled something, got back in the seat and drove away to his school.
I am just 32 and by the looks of it, I will be needing the services of a shrink pretty soon. I dread to think what crazy things I will end up doing at the age of 60, if at all I last that long. If any of you have been through this and have managed to stay out of a mental asylum, any sort of advice would be greatly appreciated. I badly need it.
In these four and a half years, my son has looked at me in different ways. But nothing like the look he gave me when he asked, "Dada, what are you doing?". I mumbled something, got back in the seat and drove away to his school.
I am just 32 and by the looks of it, I will be needing the services of a shrink pretty soon. I dread to think what crazy things I will end up doing at the age of 60, if at all I last that long. If any of you have been through this and have managed to stay out of a mental asylum, any sort of advice would be greatly appreciated. I badly need it.
posted by Deelip Menezes at
9:12 AM
7 Comments:
If you like wacky English comedy I can recommend "Green Wing". One character is an always weary, overworked, overstressed working Mum.
In one episode she arrives at the office looking flustered and one of the other girls says;
"Don't worry about being a bit late, I don't know how you do it, getting the kids ready, dropping them off at school"
The camera pans to her panic stricken face, then out the window to the car park and a car full of children...
I think you might enjoy the series!
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Anonymous, At
2:04 PM, July 01, 2008
man, that's something I've wondered about. I'm 32 also and even though my kids are not in school yet, it seems I wake up in the morning with thoughts that have not stopped since the night before.
More and more, I've been righting things down on a list so it gets it out of my head. works sometimes.
That "Green Wing" show sounds pretty funny Robin. I gotta check it out.
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Anonymous, At
6:08 PM, July 01, 2008
You youngsters! I'm 42 with 3 kids, all school age, and it doesn't get easier Deelip...there will come a time when you are at the school and your child says, Daaaad, I forgot my PE kit......or Daaaad, I forgot that letter that NEEDED to be in today.....in other words give it a year or two and you child will start to forget even more badly than you do so you can learn to hide it ;-)
Of course it is hard to hide things when you walk into the kitchen and announce to the world....now why did I come in here?
Worst will come when you combine "same age syndrome" with others. Once I drove to London (3hr drive) to meet a customer and turned up to find that he had driven to me to meet me....yes we are both the same age.
If/when I get to 60 I'll let you know how it feels...if I can remember how to ;-)
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Anonymous, At
10:11 PM, July 01, 2008
You know what? Things like that happen occasionally to everyone. Just have a good laugh about it and move on. Sure, it's a sign that you could use a little holiday time, but trust me, it happens to us all. Humor is the best medicine!
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coroto, At
11:14 PM, July 02, 2008
Deelip
I'm the same age, and I'm worse, much much worse. it goes with the territory..
and Green Wing is perfect, although that's one of the more.. innocuous sketches in it.. but its good.. very very good.
al
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al dean, At
1:36 PM, July 04, 2008
It seems to be a typical symptom of living in an industrial society, that's controlled by credit economics, where 2 'incomes' are necessary to live 'above poverty'.
In the agrarian days, the wife/mother stayed home, and the kids were home/locally schooled.
Seems like we can chalk it up to living in an industrial society.
I wonder what we'd be wondering about if we lived in an agrarian society?
Anecdotal: A Yale prof I know, who teaches relative math, had his driver's license yanked a number of times for crashing into things while driving to work. His reason: Deep in thought!
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Anonymous, At
6:42 PM, July 11, 2008
I remember in high school walking home on at least two or three occasions, only to remember once I got home that I had ridden my bike to school. Does that help?
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2:23 AM, December 30, 2009
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