"Count your blessings... "(a man handing out free newspapers at my subway stop every morning).
New year and indeed a time to count one's blessings. And I am lucky to have many to count, my family, friends and a job. Well the job is temporary but a job just the same. I am now a week into my 40 day annual Lent, and it is not going as well as usual. The not drinking is not a problem, but I relapsed grossly on the smoking today, darn! I have been pretty good during the week, not smoking during the day, but a bit more than I want to at night.
Working is so weird, I have all these minions to monitor and they are super lazy and seem to get away with things I would never have imagined doing. They are on the phone all day long and do the barest minimum amount of work, yet take rigorous breaks as if they were exhausted. I finally told one of them to get off the phone (after she had made 11 personal calls in a row) , and she is now furious with me, which is actually making her more productive, so the silent treatment she is giving me seems to be working (!).
I hate being the boss, it is ridiculous to have to babysit adults like this. I really need to get a real job soon.
I am reading a couple of good books at the moment and the one that has me in a thrall is: Enduring Love, I started reading it in November and then put it down to read some other stuff, but now it has a hold on me, but I want it to last so I only read a few pages before going to sleep every night. I have strange dreams that linger in my memory almost like real events. I wonder if it is indeed a holographic universe, where gazillion different levels of existence are all layered and intertwined, where yesterday is tomorrow and next year was a hundred years ago, where dreams are just traces of other realities, clinging to my mind like lint in a dryer.
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