Another Saturday of Work
God I hate work.
And when I say that, I'm not sure whether I mean ALL work, or just my present job. I must say, I'm not horribly fond of work in general. I'd much rather just play the day away. You know, be outside throwin' a frisbee or something. ANYTHING.
Maybe its my definition of work. I guess the word "work" for me would be defined as follows:
work: ('wurk) n. or v. 1. a task or job that one dislikes immensely that exists without the option of ignoring. 2. A chore. 3. generic term for a place of business that doesn't deserve a better description. 4. action of doing or being busy with a most disagreeable task or job. 5. looking fierce on a runway or other modelling venue.
Using this definition, I consider the following to be work: mowing, weeding, trimming, raking, making beds, washing dishes, vacuuming, dusting, quality engineering, metallurgy, managing others, finding a new job, etc.
Today (saturday) I am at 'work'. Much as I was last saturday. I don't like it here very much. And my plan of sitting on my fat ass in my office and working on my music composition is not panning out well. I have been inundated with requests and 'work' since arriving.
In short, it sucks being here.
6 Comments:
nice pic... that's the best pic you've taken in a long time. very butch too - i'm sure a****r will love it :-)
very marine look.
In conclusion, my experimentation finishes here. Thanks to this website, I could currently ease safe that my work is conveniently finished and having calibre. - bad breath
Very Surly.
Very very handsome. :) WOOF! Damn boy... you should take MORE pics. ;)
This site is unconvincing. Its all but a stargaze arrive right to me. - contact lenses
I've said it before, and I'll say it again ... those eyes ...
WOOF
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