I’m probably one of the only people around who’s fantasized about being a factory line worker. I know I would probably hate it if I actually were one, all day every day, but I love bouts of monotonous work so much that it seems like a great idea.
Stuffing envelopes, chopping vegetables, washing dishes, painting walls, taking down wallpaper, folding laundry, making copies, alphabetizing? Love it. As long as it’s not a deeply unpleasant task and I feel fairly competent at it, I’m happy doing the most boring jobs for hours. The only thing that really makes me stop is my physical weaksauceness.
Why am I such a weirdo who likes this stuff? I like it because I don’t have to think about what I’m doing, and so I can think about whatever I want and process it. As an introvert, I need a lot of recharging time, and doing these things can give me a needed opportunity to “check out” for a while. It also gives me a chance to listen to music or podcasts or watch a TV show or movie, because I’m the kind of person who can’t do those things when I need to be mentally paying attention to the task at hand, like writing a blog, for example. Or, if I’m doing monotonous jobs with other people, I can have a great conversation while getting something done.
There’s also something so satisfying about these kinds of tasks, because unlike a lot of things in life, there are concrete beginnings and endings to them. You’re working with your hands. You can see the fruit of your labors and feel like you actually accomplished something.
As I was saying before, though, I don’t think I would like these chores half as much if they were the only thing I had to do. We need to have mental engagement in our lives. I like these things when I can do them along with reading, or tutoring, or writing blogs. When done in tandem with more mentally challenging work, they’re a welcome brain-break.
On the other hand, I do think I like these kinds of things more than a lot of people, which is probably why I’m suited for being at home more than a lot of people. Maybe this is what the spiritual gifts of service or helps look like for me.
So, if you need someone to help you with a monotonous task, let me know. I’m your girl.