The other day I was watching an episode of Cougar Town. The funny of
this show, my gosh! And then the main character, Jules, says
something that was for me, one of Oprah’s ‘Aha! moments.’
Jules, played by the eversogorgeous Courtney Cox, said:
Being NEEDED is my crack!
I never said it was a classy ‘Aha!’ Not even
intellectual. Just self-reflective.
Being NEEDED is MY crack! It is! Wow. Oh,
and to clarify, by ‘crack’ I make reference to addiction.
I need to be needed. I do stupid things to be needed.
I create fake scenarios in my head of a dire situation in
which I ALONE am needed to save the day. I do
this. It is an addiction.
If you are hungry, I’ll feed you, what ever I have. My arm
If you are broken down on the road, I’ll give you a lift.
I’ve changed tires, jump started engines, you can use my cell
phone. Sometimes I search the ditches for someone who might
If you need to be somewhere, and I need to be somewhere at the
same time, I will take you and be late to my thing.
If you need a place to live…. yes. Done that too, will take you
Do you need a kidney? Hey! I’ve got two, you can have one
of mine, no problem! I love to donate blood. AB+ anyone?
So it is fitting that I am an office manager at a school.
The kids need me. For food, band aids, copies,
questions. Lots of questions. Sometimes they might need to go
for a walk with me, and cry. Sometimes they need hugs or high
fives. I live for this part of my job. Staff need me
too, for food, band aids, lots of questions, hugs, high fives, and
even…chocolate. It is so nice to be needed.
But it is an addiction for me. You know how they say
addiction is like a monkey on your back. Mine is like an
imaginary cape. I know there are other moms out there, with
The other day my addiction kicked in, pre-caffeination, which is
when I’m most vulnerable. A student arrived late and her
field trip had left without her, just 5 minutes before.
I felt my cape tug at my neck…”if we hurry, we can catch them!”
So we hopped in my minivan bat mobile and
called the departed group (hands free, of course) to secure a
rendezvous destination. Green lights all the way.. this was
our destiny. She would make it to the College Fair. Her
future was in my hands. <insert dramatic theme music>
All the while, reality battled my addiction. I should have
stayed at work. She was late, I was enabling her. BUT
IT’S THE COLLEGE FAIR! Her future!
The field trip vehichle we were to meet up with said our
rendezvous point would be off the exit to Bangor. In front of the
FYI… do not, I repeat, DO NOT ever
pick this as a meet up destination. Your minivan full of
teenagers will surely be mistaken for terrorists and you will be
surrounded by military police in a matter of minutes. Meeting
in front of Bangor is “suspicious,”
according the MP. I was all…. “no, it is
convenient!” But he was all…. holding a
gun, so I was all…. getting the hell out of there while he checked
the drivers license of our other staff person. *red & blue
lights flashing* Happened to be our librarian. She is a
saint. I am a fool. I immediately called my boss.
I said, “Dude, I’m so dumb and I’m so fired.” He knew
what was up (minus the MP situation) and said, “No Lisa, you are
not dumb. You ARE too nice, however.”
Not fired. Whew. But will definitely hang up my cape
for a while. I wonder if they make a NEED
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