Yeah, I meant more like two hours.
My mornings have come to resemble a Cool Hand Luke remake, and Boss Weather is getting close to setting my mind right.
Call it my contribution to Labor Day.
But to cheer me up, Claire comes along and reminds me of something she cogitated quite often back in the mid-oughts, and which reminds me I should stop worrying and learn to love my shovel: Dark Satanic Cubicles.
Quit listening to that little mechanical corporate-state whisper that tells you what you’re supposed to consider important – that tells you jobs are supposed to be the central focus of your life. Quit listening to that voice that tells you you’re happy when your entire body and soul are screaming at you that you’re unhappy.
Here’s something to shout to yourself: Jobs suck! Jobs are bad for you!
I’ve had a few that I loved.
(A lot of it depends on what the job IS, too. I mean, at one point during the Midnight 3 Gun match last month, I was hanging around Caleb and Shelley when Caleb pipes up with “…and the awesome thing is, we’re at work!” Somebody’s gotta do it, I reckon. 😉 )