Friday, January 04, 2002
|1:33 PM|
I thought today was Saturday, so confused was I by fever. I got a call at 8:30am from a very understanding supervisor, and I explained that I was damned ill. He said it was okay, that I could come in later today if possible. So, after a shower and a handful of increasingly ineffective medication, I am at work. My boss is very understanding.
Of course, within 10 minutes of my arrival here at work, both of my co-workers have found reasons to flee the office, so I am totally alone here. I should abuse the color laser printer somehow. Nah, if I did that then my boss would make me pay for a new photoconductor or some damned thing.
Blah Blah Blah. My face feels like a concrete mask and my muscles aren't getting the workout they need. But I did have plenty of time to think when I was stuck in bed, and something occured to me about human development. After we leave the house, how do we become more mature? At this point, the things making me grow more mature are a steady increase in bills, and responsibilities at work. But I don't think that's quite enough. Though I've come extremely far in terms of development since I struck out on my own, I think I'm beginning to slow down. I guess I just need to go take on some more responsibilities.
Note: Eat well today, giving blood soon. That is, if I can get above 145 pounds anytime soon.
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