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Monday, July 07, 2008
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Ethics...stop laughing!

Today I was hit with a small splinter that stuck in my soul. Nothing big and painful...just small and deep. You know that splinter that only hurts at first because you know its there and then you only feel it when you move a certain way later. I was told today "...blah, blah, blah, because you have a bad work ethic." This came from one of my summer students. (No, I did not kill them instantly with the Hammer of Justice) Now many of you have worked on the 'ol tech team during the summer. Yeah, we work hard and we play harder. I did not realize that my 15 years in this ridiculous school district was all backed by a bad work ethic. Do you realize how many silk purses were made out of sow's ears? Wait, not even the ear of the sow...head south.

I think I was offended by the comment and I needed to let it out. My work ethic, no not that of my fathers, nor the chicken farmer down the road, is one that has been modified constantly (approximately every 3 months) for the past 15 years. I do not believe anything is accomplished chasing your tail each and every day 9 to 5, and if you can't have fun and be happy, then what's it worth? Do you realize how many people believe a work ethic consists of doing the same thing every day with the same result so that you can make it better for you children to get a job and do the exact same thing? WORK ETHIC! Ohmmm... Ohmmm... Ohmmm... Ok, the watch has stopped beeping rapidly and I think I am better. This Deepak Chopra method of Brazilian Tantric Yoga and free form jujitsu with the Fung-Shui chaser is really working for me. Well, that and the consecutive slamming of 4, 24 oz. Red Bulls with a mouth full of Good and Plenty.

So there it is, I feel better. i just needed to put it down with several misspelled words and hideous grammar. So if you feel I have a terrible work ethic then come out play me, out tech me, out talk me and out laugh me. I consider it an honor for many of you to have crossed my path (tada...) and in turn, me yours. BOY, this is so much better than Paxil and Jack Daniels.


 
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