It seems impossible to endure even one more hour of work, but I still have 180 calendar days until I retire. My whole being is yearning for the days, hours, weeks to pass quickly, but that watched pot refuses to boil. The time is dragging, the patrons are less capable, more needy and demanding every day. I have books to read, trees to plant, a kayak to paddle, a motorcycle to ride, but here I sit watching the hours dwindle to darkness, another beautiful day surrendered to indentured servitude.
I'm with Omar on this one, “Working gets in the way of living.” — Omar Sharif
2 comments:
180 days is better than the 20 years I have left. Chin up, say 6 months. 6 sounds smaller than 180.
But months sound so much longer than days. I'll start counting months when I get down to 1!
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