A Tough Job
Talking about washing dishes ,I really have to say it is a job I abhor . I may cook so
many dishes ; prepare , cook , garnish and serve , but to do the dishes again after all
these are through would be the last straw . I simply am not willing to do that. That is
somebody else's job. As far as I am concerned I have done my part of the drudgery .
But I have a very interesting experience which I 'll share with you all; how after that
experience I find washing dishes a novelty.
All you have to do is to get involved in a real big project . Let's call it Project Intensive
X ; to be completed in a few days in full swing.
Project X is a real exhausting job which requires total concentration , physical involvement ,
accuracy and follow a tight schedule.
I was put on such a project . Believe me I didn't do it for fun! The first day over ; found me
at night practically dead on my feet and had to scramble into my bed without dinner .
So exhausted I was I didn't even feel the pants of hunger. I soon fell into a dreamless sleep .
The next day , I had to get up and be 'at it' again even though my body ached all over and my
limbs refused to follow my order. The third day came . I braced myself for the kill.
I did it ! The sensations of triumph was so overwhelming I even forgot my fatigue .
On top of that was the feeling that , " Ok , it's finally all over and I did it again . '
I let a smug smile adorn my tired face .
When the project was over , I felt almost ill . No kidding ! I was as bad as that .
So I took a few days off from work to rest myself back to health. And why not ,
I had earned it , and they knew it !
During those few days at home , life was simply a bliss . There's nothing like lying
in bed refusing to barge an inch even when it was time to cook, wash or eat . Just relaxed !
Switching off TV , computer ,radio . I listened to the birds chirping outside and the wind rustling
against the leaves , or cars passing by . A total relaxation of mind and body .
As for doing the dishes ; no big deal . It's an enjoyment to feel the water running
through your hands and watching the dishes washed clean one by one , compared to
those tough moments of intense concentrations of will power and physical agility while facing
the opponent , when a minute seemed like an eternity . After that tough
job , nothing can beat me again. Not even washing dishes.
In our life , we have to go through something real tough to be able to appreciate
the ordinary drudgery in life .Whatever you do pale into insignificance after the ordeal.
But it will be a long long time when you dream of getting involved in another similar project.
By Agatha Lai ©