I have heard the chimes at midnight and my ship of fools has turned tail and headed for the shoals where I will once more be wrecked on the rocks, doomed to spend my days wallowing in lassitude and apathy on my own little Mariah Island.
Of course things are never as bad as I make them out to be and people who have read this blog have often inquired at my state of mind after reading it such is the vehemence of my displeasure when it comes to dealing with the contemptible addlepates with whom I am to be subordinate to today.
Yes, the long detour from the fading days of 2012 to my present situation, preparing to begin my working year, has finally come to an end and I shall return, head bowed, cap in hand to my place of employment, and begin the long shuffle through to December yet again.
“Sometimes being pushed to the wall gives you the extra momentum to get over it.” This was a quote I read this morning and I thought it quite good although the force behind me is strong I think I have missed the first step on that bulwark of which they refer and am getting pummelled to a pulp as I hang precariously to the bottom rung of this working life.
I have thought long and hard about other jobs I may like to do and it all ends with the deduction that, whatever life finds for you in order to feel your way forward and live a comfortable life, frustration, anger and resignation will accompany it. No job can ever be a carpet of roses and even those who enjoy their working days must sometimes fall to the ground wailing with sorrow that life has handed them this card and they must continue to survive day after day, treading the trail to which they are conscripted.
I see the working men, builders, plumbers, electricians plying their trade in the heat of the day and in appalling conditions, sweat, dirt and mud often their only companion. Public servants, gaily swanning through shopping precincts in their lunch hours, fitfully enjoying the few minutes they have away from the unforgiving supervisors and pretentious workmates they must endure. And the shopkeepers, crestfallen and bleak in demeanour, hour after hour dealing with the rude, the unforgiving and the careless, the customers who are always right and don’t give a damn about civility, like troglodytes destroying good humour and manners.
So, short of writing a million selling novel, the only other thing which tempts me, it appears my day to day existence, five days a week for the foreseeable future will consist of forcing articles of paper into pigeon holes or plastic boxes. Life could be worse.
So, as my daily leisure time has been curtailed due to the requirements of life which I must endure, I shall get about my daily chores and leave loafing on the Internet to others who have all the hours of the day to surf and enjoy. And as you fondle through Ebay or snoop on Facebook, think of us all, the rank and file, obediently working and earning, looking wistfully forward towards the far horizons, the day when work no longer matters and we can sink low in our chairs and laze the days away in retirement.
Until next time.
Of course things are never as bad as I make them out to be and people who have read this blog have often inquired at my state of mind after reading it such is the vehemence of my displeasure when it comes to dealing with the contemptible addlepates with whom I am to be subordinate to today.
Yes, the long detour from the fading days of 2012 to my present situation, preparing to begin my working year, has finally come to an end and I shall return, head bowed, cap in hand to my place of employment, and begin the long shuffle through to December yet again.
“Sometimes being pushed to the wall gives you the extra momentum to get over it.” This was a quote I read this morning and I thought it quite good although the force behind me is strong I think I have missed the first step on that bulwark of which they refer and am getting pummelled to a pulp as I hang precariously to the bottom rung of this working life.
I have thought long and hard about other jobs I may like to do and it all ends with the deduction that, whatever life finds for you in order to feel your way forward and live a comfortable life, frustration, anger and resignation will accompany it. No job can ever be a carpet of roses and even those who enjoy their working days must sometimes fall to the ground wailing with sorrow that life has handed them this card and they must continue to survive day after day, treading the trail to which they are conscripted.
I see the working men, builders, plumbers, electricians plying their trade in the heat of the day and in appalling conditions, sweat, dirt and mud often their only companion. Public servants, gaily swanning through shopping precincts in their lunch hours, fitfully enjoying the few minutes they have away from the unforgiving supervisors and pretentious workmates they must endure. And the shopkeepers, crestfallen and bleak in demeanour, hour after hour dealing with the rude, the unforgiving and the careless, the customers who are always right and don’t give a damn about civility, like troglodytes destroying good humour and manners.
So, short of writing a million selling novel, the only other thing which tempts me, it appears my day to day existence, five days a week for the foreseeable future will consist of forcing articles of paper into pigeon holes or plastic boxes. Life could be worse.
So, as my daily leisure time has been curtailed due to the requirements of life which I must endure, I shall get about my daily chores and leave loafing on the Internet to others who have all the hours of the day to surf and enjoy. And as you fondle through Ebay or snoop on Facebook, think of us all, the rank and file, obediently working and earning, looking wistfully forward towards the far horizons, the day when work no longer matters and we can sink low in our chairs and laze the days away in retirement.
Until next time.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 