My last day of work before summer vacation, as you probably know, was on Wednesday. My two last jobs were to clean the staffroom and to finish organizing the English bookroom. I wasn’t doing either job alone, so I was reasonably sure that both would be completed by early afternoon. Then I could merrily drift out of the school, and not have to look at it or think about it for two whole months.
There were four of us in the bookroom, two working on one side, two on the other. I was counting books, putting them in ziploc bags, labelling the bags, then piling the bags into small bins that were organized according to level of reading difficulty. Some of the bins needed labels and they all needed to be placed on the lower shelves in the correct order.
I love doing that kind of thing! I think my middle name should have been “Organizer”. I’m never happier than when I can put some semblance of order and tidiness into what was formerly a mess. I could spend days doing this without my energy or enthusiasm flagging! I mean, there’s a reason that I always volunteer for these kinds of jobs: I enjoy it and I’m good at it.
The women I was working with were also quite good at it, so we progressed quickly and efficiently. Then, about two hours in, one of the women on the other side of the room called out, “Are we ready for champagne and orange juice yet?”
“Oh, yeah!” we chorused back at her. Then our chat turned to our various experiences with champagne, our favourite brands, whether or not we preferred it chilled, occasions on which we’d had it, etc. We didn’t notice that the woman who had sparked the discussion had left the room.
Till she returned. With a tray of cheese, crackers, nuts, glasses, orange juice, and … champagne. Real champagne.
“Anybody who works in this grotty, dirty bookroom deserves champagne,” she declared with a huge grin.
Two things: 1) what a way to end the school year! and 2) who do you think is now going to be my partner forever when there’s organizing to be done at work?