Monday, February 26, 2007

Monday, Monday - not good for me.


I long ago gave up trying to be perfect. Homemaking Goddess I was not, and after a number of major, and minor, personal catastrophes and life lessons, I finally got my work ethics in order.


Work to live, not live to work.


Good. Sorted. Work does not consume my every waking moment, I have a healthy social life and
my, umm, little writing hobbies fulfil my creative side.

Why then, am I still on a treadmill? No matter how hard I try, the week is still a series of 'shoulds', 'musts' and 'have to's', and I seem to spend the weekend getting ready for the week ahead.

Someone once suggested making a list of all the things you achieve in a week, but this only served to horrify me even more. I am a machine!
Oh shit, look at the time, rant over, off to werk, werk, werk....

By the way Wordcarving sort of says it all.

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5 comments:

Debi said...

Come back! Thought this morning was going to be dedicated to MEEEEEE!

Word verification is uuuvhgs - translates as 'you you you - virtual hugs'.

Minx said...

But apparently they cannot find a pen if I am not there to supervise!

Ugs back....

mutleythedog said...

I know - we work to earn money to buy things we don't need and which we don't have time to enjoy - because we spend all the time working! No wonder lotteries are so popular - dreams of cahs for nothing. My word verification is fckofmts - which I translate as ...

Gorilla Bananas said...

A human poet once said:

You know I work all day,
To get you money to buy you things,
And it's worth it just to hear you say,
You're gonna give me everything
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If that doesn't help, you could try wiggling your nose like Samantha to get your chores done.

wolfbaby said...

LOL i have been there many a time, now Itry not to think about it.