Coffee and TV
Just came home from work- and forgive me if I sound like the spoiled brat that I am, but it hit me again, today, how wonderful this thing called work is. And sorry, no puns, irony, or sarcasm here, I'm serious.
Though I still haven't figured out what i'm going to spend the rest of my life doing, what program to read at university, I know I'm not going to hang out in my workplace of a booth my whole life. On the other hand, it wouldn't be too terrible. I quite like it. So unless I get my degree or become the rock star that I am destined- (...) to become, I'll hang there for a while. But I've veered off track now- what I meant to say was that it hit me again today, that people work to provide services for other people, who in turn provide something for you. It's absolutely delightful. Am I getting dangerously near the Bimbo zone for not having figured this out earlier? I can't help but label the people who pass by.
"You're a mathmatics professor. You teach children to add and subtract, so that they can get some job at some economics department somewhere, who in turn, help balance the books of this sausage-bread factory, which makes it easier to pay the worker's wages, so that the workers can take a vacation every now and then, some chartered trip to mallorca, who knows - but who, subsequently, comes to me, so that I may....print their ticket. "
It's all connected. Hey, Simba was right.
Kudos to you, little talking lion.
Still working on my poems for Creative Writing. They were due last Tuesday, but I sort of botched up the assigment and wrote three monstrosities that had absolutely nothing to do with the topic. Luckily, I got two more days, so that I may work on more monstrosities.
In other, completely unrelated news, I hate it when people sober up before you get a chance to dress them in drag. Why is Life so hard sometimes?
Though I still haven't figured out what i'm going to spend the rest of my life doing, what program to read at university, I know I'm not going to hang out in my workplace of a booth my whole life. On the other hand, it wouldn't be too terrible. I quite like it. So unless I get my degree or become the rock star that I am destined- (...) to become, I'll hang there for a while. But I've veered off track now- what I meant to say was that it hit me again today, that people work to provide services for other people, who in turn provide something for you. It's absolutely delightful. Am I getting dangerously near the Bimbo zone for not having figured this out earlier? I can't help but label the people who pass by.
"You're a mathmatics professor. You teach children to add and subtract, so that they can get some job at some economics department somewhere, who in turn, help balance the books of this sausage-bread factory, which makes it easier to pay the worker's wages, so that the workers can take a vacation every now and then, some chartered trip to mallorca, who knows - but who, subsequently, comes to me, so that I may....print their ticket. "
It's all connected. Hey, Simba was right.
Kudos to you, little talking lion.
Still working on my poems for Creative Writing. They were due last Tuesday, but I sort of botched up the assigment and wrote three monstrosities that had absolutely nothing to do with the topic. Luckily, I got two more days, so that I may work on more monstrosities.
In other, completely unrelated news, I hate it when people sober up before you get a chance to dress them in drag. Why is Life so hard sometimes?
