much ado about very little

much ado about very little

I lost my cellphone (again) somewhere between work and home today. It used
to annoy me, now I’m just resigned to purchase a new one. I guess we should
also chalk up the iPaq too since I haven’t found that either.

Update: I found the
cellphone. Damnit. On my chair at work, no less. Oh well- still haven’t found

Sometimes slavery can be recognized, but utterly unapologetic. It makes me
incredibly tired just thinking about it. I won’t even get into reparations.

I need more sleep. I think 20 out of 24 hours would suit me just fine.

My nephew’s birthday is today.

Should I feel good about just working 8 hours a day and not having to work myself
to death— leaving on time?! Something seems wrong with this
everyday scenario…

4 comments on “much ado about very little

  1. And exactly what reward, if any, is gained from working yourself to death? I ‘m trying to whittle my workday down to 6 hours.

  2. Bernie says:

    At least you found your cellphone. I dropped my PDA this morning and the screen has gone black. It isn’t broken, just won’t display anything. And it’s a model the manufacturer has discontinued. All my important dates and addresses are backed up on my desktop computer at work, but I live by this thing. I am just sick today.

  3. Bernard says:

    E, why not relax a bit more… without falling asleep… hahahahah. Glad you found the cellie…. now get Anna on the search for the PDA.

  4. Michelle says:

    I think you know my feeling on the overworking tip.

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