“By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.” — Robert Frost. I got a new job at a warehouse, just for the month of December to make a little extra cash. I was really anxious to start. I have my set routine thatContinue reading “Week Six: Working Stiff”
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Week Five: Social Roulette
You can always tell a real friend: when you’ve made a fool of yourself he doesn’t feel you’ve done a permanent job.” — Laurence J. Peter. Unpopular opinion, but I really dislike holidays. Don’t get me wrong, not “the holidays,” just “holidays” themselves. The mutual time off that friends and family have around Thanksgiving andContinue reading “Week Five: Social Roulette”
Week Four: Food Morals
“Seize the moment. Remember all those women on The Titanic who waved off the dessert cart.” — Erma Bombeck. I’ve got food issues. So many. I remember being ten and so excited I after a long soccer match that someone had given me a doughnut. It was my favorite kind (maple frosting) and I plannedContinue reading “Week Four: Food Morals”
Week Three: Perfect Illusion
“If anyone here believes in telekinesis, raise my hand.” — Kurt Vonnegut. I can hear dogs barking but the room is too quiet, it’s too hot but I need the weight of the blankets to sleep, the sheets smell weird and I can’t get the pillows right and there’s light coming through the window. TheContinue reading “Week Three: Perfect Illusion”
Week Two: Wandering Thoughts
“I’ve always wanted to go to Switzerland to see what the army does with those wee red knives.” — Billy Connolly. I find it hard to pay attention. Actually, I find it impossible to pay attention. There is no conscious thought that could possibly direct that willful attentiveness for any length of time. Either I’veContinue reading “Week Two: Wandering Thoughts”
Week One: Broken Plates
“Just picked up a black pair of scissors thinking they were my glasses. That definitely wouldn’t have enhanced my eyesight.” — Phil Lester. Sometimes you just need to smash a plate. Maybe it’s when your hands are full and the front door is locked. Definitely it’s when that scene is playing out after working aContinue reading “Week One: Broken Plates”