This morning while I was trying to decide how sick I was and if I really wanted to call in 90 minutes before my shift when I knew they wouldn't be able to find anyone that quickly that early, I had some negative self-talk.
"And you think you can be a farmer?
Farmers don't get luxuries like sick days and managers to find someone to do your job.
It's 24/7/365 baby. The chickens need to eat and they don't care if you're sick."
You know what brain-weevils? This time you're right, on one thing.
The chickens won't care if I'm sick.
I can take my time and putter carefully out to the henhouse, feed and water them, and then when that's done, whether it took 15 min or an hour, I can go back to bed for the rest of the day, and then go back out around supper time to make sure they're safe for the night. I CAN do that. I could have done that today, but that's not what was being asked of me.
I currently work fast food. What was asked of me was a lot of loud talking in a noisy environment, speedy movement, and most likely a bunch of physical lifting.... FOR 8 HOURS STRAIGHT.
Yes, I can be a farmer.
I know I'll be on call 24/7/365.
That doesn't mean I have to be some superhuman who never has a sick day.