Day job...

... today is one of those days where, as you look out the window with your cup of coffee in hand, you re-think the whole idea of getting out of bed to begin with... drizzling rain and overcast skies do not usually a Happy Morning make.... and yet I am content....

... anyway, after a very comforting and leisurely shower this morning, I sat myself down at my kitchen table and settled in to focus on today's tasks... errands... reading... mailing bills and writing cheques... calling up the car dealership and scheduling my ride for her 50K maintenance... creating a grocery list... planning time to shop... making up a menu for tonight's dinner... sorting out the laundry for later.. call up The Man about scheduling a guitar lesson... write a blog post... call the bank and transfer some funds...

... and then it hit me... you people who work 9 to 5 have it made... sure, you guys look at me and scoff... but hell, I'm twice as busy now that I am a Man of Leisure...

... now, if y'all will excuse me, I'm off to sit on the couch and thumb through the latest issue of Southern Living...

by Eric on January 23, 2006 | Bullshit (8) | TrackBack (0) | Psycho Rants
Bullshit So Far

Heheheh... I feel it, too, bro. Oh, to be working...

Bullshitted by That 1 Guy on January 23, 2006 12:32 PM

you think you're so much more cultured and better than the rest of us, don't you? We "workers" write "checks" while you write "Cheques," Mr. Fancy Pants.

Bullshitted by RSM on January 23, 2006 01:26 PM

My heart just aches for the distress all this frantic idleness is causing you.

Bullshitted by Raging Mom on January 23, 2006 03:41 PM

Be sure not to scratch your eyebrows when you take off that Crown o' Thorns when you go to sleep at night, 'k, bro?

Bullshitted by Elisson on January 23, 2006 04:18 PM

It's the shoes, RSM. When you wear great shoes like he has, you say Cheque Please. :)

Bullshitted by Bou on January 23, 2006 07:15 PM

It's a dirty non-job, but somebody has to do it. Working at not working all day is wearing me down, too.

I think it's time for another trip to Costa Rica... I'm stressed.

Bullshitted by Acidman on January 23, 2006 07:23 PM

Yep, the stress of maintaining this life of liesure is about to get me down.

Now about that Southern Living magazine. Don't you know that damn few of us true southerners live like that magazine portrays and it is written for the yankees to entice them to come down south with a pocket full of money and eat at all them places that they adverstise and try that food that a real southern boy wouldn't eat on a bet.

I would like to see a magazine that actually was about southern living. Gardems that featured okra nad blackeyed peas. Bass fishing when they are on the beds. Virtues of driving a pickup truck. Where to buy a couple of fifty five gal drums to make up the base for your back yard work and picnic table. I don't need that fancy recipe stuff. I need that important indo about southern living.

Bullshitted by GUYK on January 24, 2006 09:56 AM

This working stuff is royal pain in my neque.

Bullshitted by Jim -PRS on January 24, 2006 05:02 PM