9-to-5

there is never enough time for her to do what she needs to do so she sits in her apartment & tries to ignore her responsibilities. it is so hard she thinks, to get these to-do lists complete. who has the time? and what about the things i want to do, what happens to those?

if this is what it means to be an adult, she does not want anything to do with it. she is ready to abandon her responsibilities. she wants an adventure. but then, reality dawns on her.

and she goes to bed, she sets her alarm and she wakes up for work the next morning

london fog

it’s one of those quintessential london mornings, the city is bogged down with grey clouds and there is a biting chill in the air. its during these types of days that i want to curl up inside myself and never leave. 

but, i have work and i can’t call in for yet another mental health day. my boss is thisclose to firing me and i really really really need the money.

rather, i don’t need the money, but it certainly is nice to have a paycheck every two weeks. consistently. instead of my previous methods of earning money.

i won’t go into the details, but lets just say they were far from regular, read: legal, payment methods.

i’m not sure how much more i should reveal about my previous work experience only that it involved a rather old man who liked having weekly tea at the savoy to talk about his dead cat harold.

harold was quite an interesting cat, i only had the pleasure of meeting him once and he was extremely friendly for a cat. even sat in my lap and purred. harold senior, the human not the cat, was less personable but his conversations didn’t entirely dull me so i kept at it for several months. every week i’d get a check ranging from $800-$2600. ocasionally we’d go to trips to the french riviera and smoke cigars on his sailboat.

harold senior, the human not the cat, tragically died last fall. heart attack. as a matter of fact, it was during his funeral that i applied for the job i am going to be late to this morning.