Me: “I’m probably a bad administrator for doing this, but I just don’t care right now that I’m letting the database automatically sync with our mailing list.”
Friend: “Um, that’s just you doing your job well. That’s what databases are supposed to do.”
Me: “Yeah, I’m just going to throw off these heavy heavy shackles of expectations that tell me I need to enter data by hand. I can’t handle that right now, even though I’m sure some judgy admin out there could.”
Friend: “Uh, no one expects that. That would actually be bad because you’re bound to make more mistakes entering by hand.”
Me: “I’m sure someone out there will say I’m a bad admin for answering so many emails today, but I just don’t care.”
Friend: “Uh-huh. That’s not— can we talk about a topic where you don’t feel compelled to chastise yourself for doing things well? It’s annoying.”
This is what it sounds like if I talked about my job like some moms talk about their parenthood.
Seriously moms. This topic came up FOUR TIMES in my news feed today.
When someone talks about their profession, they never say whether they are a good ditch digger or a bad one, a good dentist or a bad one, a good teacher or a bad one. They talk about it as if that is just what they are. They don’t invite others to pass judgment on them being good or bad at it by bringing the subject up.
I don’t care if you think you’re a good or bad mom for doing such and such. All I know is that you are a mom, and I don’t want to be invited to judge you. I will snooze you on facebook until your kids are grown up if I keep seeing this stuff.
(I promise I almost never rant and you won’t see that often on this blog. Just strongly felt this one needed to be called out. I love you, fellow moms, and you’re amazing. I hope this only encouraged you and didn’t discourage you.)