Thursday, October 30, 2014

Work, Work, Work

Worked my way through school.
Worked my way through parenthood.
Working my way through senility.
I guess there shall always be work.


Lin said...

But, what is "work?"

I putter constantly...even at work. I pick up garbage, straighten this or that, put stuff away....

A co-worker chided me for that, saying I'm "anal." No, not anal..just used to puttering as I go about my day. I don't think of it as "work" like he does.

vanilla said...

Lin, there are those, thankfully, who want to leave things better than they found them; then there are those for whom the minimum effort required to assure the paycheck is sufficient.

"Work" can be a pleasant thing if one undertakes it cheerfully.