Saturday, May 20, 2006

Ontario.

Home. Is it? I'm not sure. Right now I'm sitting at a desk behind which I once sat at every Monday through Saturday for four years @ Pics Plus. It's the long weekend so I figured it would be safe to work one day and not have to worry about how to use these new machines. Work accomplished so far: 5 pages faxed; 64 pages photocopies; 1 price quote; 2 print jobs, 1 laminate. Phew. So far so good. All that with 8 customers. I don't much mind customer service. A chipper 'Good morning' seems to go a long way with some people. There's always the oddballs (the 'Katz's', the 'Red Baron's' and the 'Crazy Purse Lady's'), but they seem to be so few and far between that their purpose in being customers seems to be more that they can be talked about for years on end than for the pain in the butts that they are in the moment. It's funny. While stores come and go along this stretch of Grimsby's Main Street, it still seems that things stay the same here. Same faces, same stories, same music, same news. Maybe I've become somewhat accustomed to constant change. I go home to a new house, a change in job schedule, a change in life schedule...kinda been the way my life's been the past few years since my first jaunt to BC. Come September though, I'll jump into a regular rythmn. 40 hour work weeks, steady apartment, no school. A routine. Routine is what caused me to think about heading west in the first place and it seems that after 3 years I may have found a routine out there. Yeesh.

It'll be a challening routine though. The routine of youth work is to try not to get stuck in a routine with youth. Or they get bored. It's always gotta be exciting it seems...little do they realize that life isn't always exciting. Sometimes I think we're playing a trick on them. But how fun would it be to just do the mundane, ordinary life thing? Exactly. So we make them think that life should be one excitement after the next and hope that they come to grips with the ordinary later on in life. Man.

And then some routines never leave you. I turn the lamintor on in the same way...shut it down in the same way. I key in sales the way I've done for four years and collect change in the same order. And people still call for their ink cartridges. Routine is a part of life I guess.

2 comments:

jimmy said...

Matt,

Routine is what you make it; you can still seek adventure in the ordinary. That's why we have Purse Ladies and Katz's. God never made us to be bored with existence (take it from Phil Cann). As you over-program your teens with excitement, this could be a good lesson for them as well.

jonvon said...

You make a good point about youth work. It seems to me we're doing them a disservice always attempting to overexcite their senses as though the Christian life is supposed to be this vamped experience. What happens when the bright lights and adrenaline of life no longer inspire? How are they to interpret the "mundane" season? Of course you're right in suggesting that that they wouldn't come to boring youth events. Does truth require artificial implants to be enticing? "...and some seed fell into shallow soil..." What if we are providing unrealistic expectations of what life should be like to young people who fall into the "good soil" category?