I love making her a mocha in the morning. She takes care of me in so many little ways that I feel like she gets the raw end of the deal sometimes. But I love her so.
This is it now. This is The Grind, the five day a week, 8 hours a day, too many chores to do every weekend, slow slogging death march. You go in every Monday dreaming of Friday, the weekends blow by so fast your head swivels, and before you can blink.....BLAMMO....you're back at your desk dreaming of Friday. Time marches on and you don't notice it's... Read More
WoW. Quite a thought provoking entry! I had a 9 to 5 job for a few years....I had to leave it becasue it made me want to put a bullet in my head. I've avoided the soul-crushing "grind" to an extent by staying in the restaurant biz - at least I can change my hours around whenever. Others shake their heads sadly at my choice - but my great-grandmother used to say something that always stuck with me - "Most people don't lay on their deathbed wishing they spent more time at the office."
Perhaps THAT particular line will be omitted. (I'm trying to base it more on the book than the movie, although I will admit that the movie was awfully close to the book.) So yes, a musical. I am writing The Princess Bride: The Musical. If crap like Elton John's Aida can make it to the stage, my stuff certainly has a chance.
And *I* for one don't think you look like a Shirley.