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vicarzI remember working hard all week so I could finally enjoy it, and then spending all weekend so I would be ready for work. That was today.
Seriously, logging into work quietly for an hour of work this morning, getting the oil changed and alignment done in my car - even while combining that trip with buying reading glasses to keep me productive during the stages of death as my meat dries up, plus lunch and a trip to the ghettoest wallmart I have ever heard 5 arguments in the parking lot just to reach - took until around 3. I could have just gone to work, but no, 2 errands makes my entire day as long as work only without any feeling of producing anything. After I post this, I'll be grout-patching wall #3 of 3 in the tub area.
Mike mocked me recently because I have extra furniture sitting around my house because I hate to waste things, and think it might be useful in the new house I haven't fucking bought yet. Did I mention house shopping takes time? So he's not wrong, my place does still look cluttered (though I forgot, a trip to the post office and I am 2 boxes less cluttered and forgot to count a chore), and given my salary the dollars I'm saving come to...an hour of my time? He joked you could count how many times I stepped around the desk and show a net financial loss.
He's not wrong - I won't pay for maids, I spent days on plumbing, perhaps another day grouting, and it's utterly a waste. I do get one thing - overall I am saving money, and the cost is my time. The only kickback is I like the new toilet, the drain that drains, and the white splotches in the shower tile. Do I enjoy it more because I did it? That's not entirely clear.
I do feel like I understand more about the silly world around me, but not in ways that are important. I think I know what a joist is, but I'm fuzzy on the details.
But...somewhere a 100 level class may be able to help me see that I'm a happy slave, spending all my time producing nothing of value but always being busy keeping afloat, yes massah wanna see me dance, but too blind and tired to break out of it. Or this is normal and I've listened to 89.3 jazz and hate too much. I won't know anytime soon - it's after 6 and I haven't started sawing grout out of the joints yet, and work tomorrow will be busy starting before I get there at 7am.
Seriously, logging into work quietly for an hour of work this morning, getting the oil changed and alignment done in my car - even while combining that trip with buying reading glasses to keep me productive during the stages of death as my meat dries up, plus lunch and a trip to the ghettoest wallmart I have ever heard 5 arguments in the parking lot just to reach - took until around 3. I could have just gone to work, but no, 2 errands makes my entire day as long as work only without any feeling of producing anything. After I post this, I'll be grout-patching wall #3 of 3 in the tub area.
Mike mocked me recently because I have extra furniture sitting around my house because I hate to waste things, and think it might be useful in the new house I haven't fucking bought yet. Did I mention house shopping takes time? So he's not wrong, my place does still look cluttered (though I forgot, a trip to the post office and I am 2 boxes less cluttered and forgot to count a chore), and given my salary the dollars I'm saving come to...an hour of my time? He joked you could count how many times I stepped around the desk and show a net financial loss.
He's not wrong - I won't pay for maids, I spent days on plumbing, perhaps another day grouting, and it's utterly a waste. I do get one thing - overall I am saving money, and the cost is my time. The only kickback is I like the new toilet, the drain that drains, and the white splotches in the shower tile. Do I enjoy it more because I did it? That's not entirely clear.
I do feel like I understand more about the silly world around me, but not in ways that are important. I think I know what a joist is, but I'm fuzzy on the details.
But...somewhere a 100 level class may be able to help me see that I'm a happy slave, spending all my time producing nothing of value but always being busy keeping afloat, yes massah wanna see me dance, but too blind and tired to break out of it. Or this is normal and I've listened to 89.3 jazz and hate too much. I won't know anytime soon - it's after 6 and I haven't started sawing grout out of the joints yet, and work tomorrow will be busy starting before I get there at 7am.
