Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Zed
So, I slept through my alarm this morning and am slowly eating my breakfast when I have fifteen minutes to get to work (it takes about 40 minutes to walk and I sure as hell ain't taking the bus).
You know what? As I leisurely take a bite of my sandwich with assorted things on it, a thought bubbles its way up to the top of my conscious mind - I don't even care that I'm running late.
Life is good.
You know what? As I leisurely take a bite of my sandwich with assorted things on it, a thought bubbles its way up to the top of my conscious mind - I don't even care that I'm running late.
Life is good.
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Hooray for lack of morale! See, I get that feeling usually when I'm walking up from the park and am bout toturn the corner to go to work. I just get this wave of "I don't want to go in."
It's not even that. I just don't care - it's not a priority. No feeling of dread, just an overwhelming nothing.
Even when I thought about how my pay would be adjusted for showing late, I just felt it would be worth enjoying my breakfast, rather than rushing it in order to show up on time.
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Even when I thought about how my pay would be adjusted for showing late, I just felt it would be worth enjoying my breakfast, rather than rushing it in order to show up on time.
