Idaho amuses the hell out of me.
Play: Work that you enjoy doing for nothing.
– Evan Esar
Wow, yea. That is true! Crochet is technically work, but I love it, and do it all the time and enjoy it. It’s technically work to do home improvement stuff, but D and I do it a lot anyway, and enjoy it. It’s technically work to organize things, but you all know that I live for that shit.
So this begs the question – How do you make work become play? How do you find ways to mold your work into something you enjoy doing? And then what do you do about the things you *have* to do that are not so fun? I guess that becomes the checks n balances part of it… and is why we eventually get paid to ‘work’ and it is not considered ‘play’.
However, I am going to make a conserted effort when I do return to work next week to begin to think about how to change my ‘work’ so it is more ‘play’ and therefore more enjoyable. First, I plan to list all the things I like to do, followed by a list of all the things I dont like to do. Next, I’ll look at that second list, and work hard to identify the things I do that are unnecessary in today’s flavor of librarianship. I also will look at that second list and see if there are matches with my work peers as something someone considers ‘play’. Maybe a trade?
It would be interesting to create a wiki at work for all my work peers – two columns, what you like, and what you dont like. From there, it’s an easy step to simply let people choose what to do and distribute tasks and initiatives. And those things no one likes to do? Well, again, distribute equally to ensure no one does nothing but crap they dont like to do. After all, it is still work.
So there’s a thing going around friend feed that instructs, “Take a picture of yourself right now. Don’t change your clothes, don’t fix your hair – just take a picture. Post that picture with NO editing. Post these instructions with the picture.”
So I did. And I really like how this pic turned out. Yes, it’s not perfect, yes I see flaws and imperfections, but it’s who I am, right now, in that moment. I was tired, I’d taught three classes that day, I was wrung out and ready for bed, but after all that, I was still able to serve up a half decent, content smile. And that’s kinda cool. : )
Boy this is my day for Graphjam, that’s for sure. As many of you know, the most difficult thing I do every day, is try to print. My BFF thinks that maybe I was a lumberjack in a past life and this is paper’s way of thwarting my use of it. Either way, this graph is right on the money.