June 17, 2010

• Busy Work and the Zig of Justice

  Class always leaves me tired but for some reason I'm still up and it's nearly 4am. This will be a very busy week for me as another class is coming to an end and that means two things: another research paper and presentation to prepare. I've had to give so many presentations in this program that I no longer loathe giving presentations! I think I'm actually starting to enjoy them. I won't say I enjoy writing research papers but doing so has become insanely easy for me. Not counting the research I've already done, it'll take be about three hours to write that 10 to 15 page paper.

  Which is apparently a lot faster than my classmates. I don't think any of them write for work or pleasure so that puts me at an advantage. The more you write the less any single page feels like. A four page paper would have taken me an evening when I started school but now it takes an hour.

  Which if you ask me is still too long. I swear so much of my education has felt like busywork - AND I HATE BUSYWORK. "Look busy" was not something I liked hearing any of my previous bosses say. If I've finished all my work (and then some) why do I need to pretend there's still work to be done? Shouldn't I be allowed to bask in the glory of my triumph over chaos? What's even better is the lazy bastards who did none of the work get praise for doing nothing but appearing busy.

  So much of life is like that - stupid, nonsensical, and entirely unfair. It shouldn't be any wonder that our children are performing poorly in school, our politicians are incompetent and corrupt, and our corporations greedy and failing - we've taught all of them that image is more important that substance, spin greater than truth, and lies more profitable than hard work. When I say "we" I refer to American society in general - I'm sure there are innocents out there who did their best to curtail the spread of corruption.

  I should just set my jaw and grimly accept that things will never be perfect and that injustice will reign for a season. I can hack away at it but it will never die. I will have no shortage of work if I make it my purpose to pull up weeds in society's garden. There are times when I want to throw up my hands and say "screw it - let it burn" but I eventually get frustrated again because I can't become apathetic or maintain my emotional exhaustion.

  You might think all this base are belong to us but I will launch the Zig for great justice! (let's see how many people get that and how many have to google it...)

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