We don’t like the dirty work in our lives. I don’t mean, necessarily, the cleaning of a toilet, or scrubbing of a dish. (Though you need to handle that too, even if you don’t like it; get a grip.) I’m thinking more broadly here, considering the ins and outs of social interaction, the requirements of employment, and their various combinations. These are the things we just sort of have to do in some form or another, thankless but necessary.
After spending most of the morning in meetings — meetings, it should be noted, that caused me to miss a catered breakfast — I was rousted by a university friend to meet for lunch.