Well my friends, it is yet another Sunday evening. Ah, the thought & the thrill of the alarm going off on Monday morning...Oh how joyful that noise is! Only five long friggin days until the weekend!
Ya know, I think this country works entirely too much. We have the wrong priorities. Three day weekends should be mandatory. Memorial Day weekend was just long enough that I actually felt relaxed (note the picture..I am happy!)...at least for a couple of hours anyway. This, of course, is unlike tonight where tomorrow is looming with an evil intent on making me suffer somehow & someway. Slaving away for money (usually never anywhere enough to compensate for the monotony of the job) 5 days a week for 8 to 9 hours a day just seems like such a waste of life. A four day work weeks is plenty enough, if not too much (wishful thinking w/ the 3 day work week...hell, even the 4 day work week is wishful thinking!). Think about how pleasant people would become if they actually had more free time to enjoy their lives.
Wow, who are these people living in my house? Oh yeah! That would be my family! Who is this person sleeping in my bed? Oh, I think that's my spouse! By the way dear, when did we find the time to meet, date, marry, and then procreate? Ok, must of been that 3 day weekend years ago!
Ok, I am being facetious here but I am just discouraged a bit. Life is such a mockingly ironic & often times humiliating ride. What a catch 22 it is that we have to work hard to make more money so that we can use it to have fun. However, we never have time to have fun because we work so hard to make money to have fun. Oh yeah and to keep our jobs by looking good to the boss-man, who by the way is probably out enjoying his/her life while you get paid shit to do all the work..It just seems so ridiculous. I truly wish I knew what my bliss &/or calling was regarding work. I envy those who work within their "field of dreams" (sorry about the pun here) and actually make a living wage...& sometimes enough to afford health insurance! Gotta make sure we are healthy enough to get out of the bed every morning and go to work! Oh hell, I should just stop my bitching. I guess I will have to wait until tomorrow to buy a lottery ticket. It seems that is truly the only ticket to retirement and health insurance that I will ever have! I know that the lottery is a pipe dream but we all gotta have dreams, right? I certainly have my share of nightmares so it seems only fair that I have a good dream here and there. I read plenty of fairy tale books that suggest (to vulnerable and innocent children by the way) that dreams do come true. I certainly know nightmares come true (maybe I should write a children's book about that! It won't be a fairy tale either! File that puppy in the non-fiction section)!! I am grateful to have a job though. They seem hard to come by these days. I know lots of out of work folks that are trying to survive. I don't know how they do it. I have to thank God and rejoice when that friggin alarm goes off in the morning because I do have an actual job to go to. None the less, I will be stopping off to buy a shit load of lottery tickets before work tomorrow! Wish me luck!