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So I'm getting a coffee this morning and I cross a co-worker. The following conversation ensues:

-Hey
-Hey.
-How was you week-end?
-Ya know, usual. Bit of yard work... Too short though. Monday always comes too fast.
-Yeah, I know.
-Yeah...
-Yeah... Dammit
-Watch the game last night?
-A little, but not really...
-Sens won.
-Cool!
-Oh, well... Back at it, I guess...
-Yeah... See ya!
-Take care.

As I was pouring my coffee, it occured to me that I pretty much have that same conversation with almost everyone in the office every monday, and it's been like that for three years...

And I just had to ask myself... When did I turn into a Zombie from Monday to Friday????? When I was 21, I swore that would never happen...

Just felt I had to vent... Now back to pretending like I actually give a shit about more than the paycheck that these monkeys throw my way every two weeks.

Marz

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We all feel your pain.

Purchase
"Office Space" DVD
"Dilbert" cartoon book
Case of Corona

Consume/view the above with friends during the week. Perhaps take up flying lessons during the week to keep in the air while not jumping.

Do interesting stuff to give you something to talk about...

Mondays suck...

Then skydive

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Bro, at least you are moving in the right direction.

You hear a lot of people saying "I just got back from vacation, I wish it was next year." They are wishing away 50 weeks of their life each year. :o How wrong is that?

"I wish it was Friday." Wanting 5/7ths of their life to disappear. The odd thing is that most people don't do anything on their weekend either. Their weekends suck too. :S

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The same sort of thing happened to me. When I first got in the Fire Dept. I swore that I'd be loyal to the end and not retire until I have to. Now, I'm counting days (3 years 4 months exactly from today). Middle aged burn out is a bitch.
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So I'm getting a coffee this morning and I cross a co-worker. The following conversation ensues:

-Hey
-Hey.
-How was you week-end?
-Ya know, usual. Bit of yard work... Too short though. Monday always comes too fast.
-Yeah, I know.
-Yeah...
-Yeah... Dammit
-Watch the game last night?
-A little, but not really...
-Sens won.
-Cool!
-Oh, well... Back at it, I guess...
-Yeah... See ya!
-Take care.

As I was pouring my coffee, it occured to me that I pretty much have that same conversation with almost everyone in the office every monday, and it's been like that for three years...

And I just had to ask myself... When did I turn into a Zombie from Monday to Friday????? When I was 21, I swore that would never happen...

Just felt I had to vent... Now back to pretending like I actually give a shit about more than the paycheck that these monkeys throw my way every two weeks.

Marz




You know, I've spent the last 20+ years as an RN. My first two years were spent on a terminal cancer unit and the rest in ER/Trauma/ICU. I've talked with several hundred dying people over the years and you know what? In talking about life (theirs, mostly) I never heard ANYONE express that they should have worked harder, spent more time at the office or done more yard work.

The regrets I heard were paths not taken. Paths to love, adventure, foolishness and fun!

A most illustrative example was a man (sorry I don't remember his name) dying of mutiple myeloma (a mot painful way to die). He was in his early nineties and a retired merchant marine. I asked him, "If you could do one thing differently in your life, what would it be?"

Without a seconds hesitation, he replied:

"When I was 17 I asked (let's call her Mary) to a community dance and I was stunned when she said yes. We went to the dance and held eachother as we danced. After the dance, we walked back to her house in the moonlight, holding hands. We stood on her porch sayng goodnight and I wanted to lean forward and kiss her goodnight and I was too scared to do it. If I could do one thing over in my life, I would have kissed her"

Do it now, I said. Close you eyes and travel back to that momemt ...standing in the moonlight on her porch. Lean forward and kiss her. In just a few seconds, a sweet smile replace the pain lines on his face. I held his hand as he drifted off to sleep. He never woke up. I believe his last moments were filled with the sweetness of a goodnight kiss.

Life is short, folks. Do you really want to be laying on a stretcher in the hospital, talking to an old nurse like me and feeling you wasted your life being a good worker drone.

Michael

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