Sixteen Tons
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Last Day of Freedom
Back to the Rat Race tomorrow. What do I do with my day? I am paralyzed in the knowledge that I will be working long weeks starting tomorrow, and no longer be able to accomplish in a remotely thorough way the myriad tasks required of a homeowner/bride to be/cat owner/human being alive in this world. So I’m doing nothing. Well, catching up on blogs. 🙂 Here is a short Aussie story, from back when I was a free, traveling bird: A cabride one late Saturday night after work. It’s nearly 1 am, and I have missed my last bus, so I hop in a…
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Hey
Lyric for today: Workin’ 9 to 5 what a way to make a living And it’s . . .bum de dum . . . la la, It’s all TAKIN and no givin And hoo hum, la tee tum And it’s bound to drive you CRAZY if you let it! Sorry Dolly, that’s the best I could remember this evening . . . I love tequila . . . Checking in. Not much to say. My job is absolutely horrible at the moment, and kind of consuming my life, energy, and dragging my happiness down a deep dark hole, but that’s all I will allow myself to say about it here. …
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Protected: Puppet Masters
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Protected: O Come, All Ye Jobless
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Take Me Out Back
. . . and shoot me. Is this week over yet?? In two days I have trained a new employee, handled an employee’s fender bender (in a company car, sooo much paperwork), did all my coworker’s sales orders and mine, helped an employee with her taxes, drove a stranger to the dentist (his car broke down and I saw it), went to the doctor, volunteered at an environmental center, and rehearsed every night so far. Now I gotta change the cat litter and dress my cat scratch wounds (she is a tiny, cute, pooping cactus), change for rehearsal, collect my linen napkins from the various corners of the house where my cat so thoughtfully…