When I began writing this blog not too long ago, I was certain that I would have a plethora of topics. All I would do is describe the important issues I had been thinking about throughout the day. I suppose I believed that a window to my interior life would continually supply fodder for this endeavor. How misguided I was. I have come to the realization that I have an interesting thought about once every two weeks. At all other times my thoughts go something like this:
Is it really time to get up? I don't want to go to work. I think I'm too tired to go to work. I hate work.
We'd better hurry or I'll be late for work. Damn, these people can't drive. I am always behind Mr. Pokey. I'll bet I'm on fries today. I really can't do fries. I hate fries. No I just did fries.
This place is so hot, I know it's a kitchen, but still. I'm sweating like a pig. I've already made 25 sandwiches. Just the PB&J's left. How many PB&J sandwiches? O. K., seven. Wait, how many? Seven, seven, seven. Done. Crap 10 salads! Didn't anyone make salads yesterday? Will I finish making all these salads in time to start fries? Is everyone else finished with their stuff? Hurry. Hurry . I have to get the fries started.
Whew, just in time for the bell. Are there enough? Yes. No. Better make more. Good. Done. Where did all these people come from? If anyone else orders fries I. will. kill. them.
And so on.
Sometimes I don't have to rush and I have the luxury of thinking about real issues. If I'm lucky tomorrow will be that day and I will write about it. Until then you can rest assured that I have never actually harmed anyone for ordering fries. Yet.
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Hey - Wheres the articles? I thought this was an active gripe and complaint board? Where's the naked pictures? Where's the complaints about the husbands? I will have to tell Pete to start misbehaving more . . .
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