I went to bed tired (after midnight, of course) even though I had to get up early for work, and had worked late the night before (late shift Friday, early shift Saturday--is that what Franc means by exploitation?) and when the alarm clock sounded at 5am, I turned over in bed, wanting another half-hour at least.
Showering, shaving, getting something prepared for lunch, it seems like it will take too long, but each time I manage it. I arrive at work a little early, deal with the frustration of my super slooooooow computer, and get ready for another eight hours of anticipating going home time.
While at work I drink too many diet sodas, which seems to provoke a headache. I stop for my mail on the way home, discover that I missed a payment because they didn't send me a statement.
I go to Wal-Mart, the working man's friend, and get some Fritos and look for the companion bean dip. It's sold out. I buy what I don't want instead, the jalapeno cheddar dip.
I get to my street, and find cars everywhere, flowing out of drive-ways like discarded children's toys, no spots left anywhere...wait, there is one right in front, I may just be able to squeeze in...but no. Some woman in a fancy little SUV beats me too it (is there a party somewhere near?) so I drive all the way to the end of the street, find a lone spot, get my bags from the trunk and walk back to the house, to discover that the SUV woman has apparently thought better of parking in that just right spot in front of where I live.
I go inside, eat the corn chips and cheese dip, and go online to write this post.
How was your day?
--SE
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