Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Work Ethic

This has been on my mind for a while. I have fallen out of the habit of blogging regularly (to put it mildly). So I find myself writing only when compelled.
I may have mentioned this before, but way back in high school, I was restless and bored, and as a 10th grader, failed to show up most of the year for my classes.

I did have 1/2 credit for choir and 1/2 credit for working in the P.E. office, but that was about it.
During the summer as year three loomed ahead, I thought it over carefully; did I want to be a "5 year man" (no). Did I want to be a H.S. drop out? (no again). I needed a third way.

After speaking to my teachers, we worked out a plan: I would make up the missing year by attending school day/night/summer and graduate with my class. This I did and worked in a factory to boot.
The plan (almost) worked. A highly conservative algebra instructor broke his promise and failed my hippy ass, forcing me to attend summer school and graduate with that group who (some say) was larger than the Spring class.

But this post is not about something that happened 40+ years ago, it is about what happened after, and continues to this day: Hard work does not phase me. 'Never has.

Didn't bother me to work on stage until 1-2am and then hold a rehearsal at 8am the next day.
Didn't bother me to practice scales on piano 6-8 hours of the day and then work a 4-5 hour show that night.

Does not bother me to deliver 3 grands in the morning by 1pm, and pick them up and bring them back in at midnight that night.
Funny, I am married to a woman that thinks and acts the same. It's like we don't know the difference between work and play.

We do, we just don't care. It's all rock and roll to me (us).