Clock Time: The Devil’s Tool
I briefly considered typing up this blog post which I wrote by hand yesterday, but A.) I was too lazy to do so, and B.) I was hating all things electronic/time-related. So I’ve scanned the notebook pages– they’re legible enough, I think, even with the scribble marks. Please click photos below to enlarge. And with that, I bid you a fond farewell– off to a food and wine festival for a couple of days for some greatly needed R&R.
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Elena
October 27, 2010You are a better person than me. I would have formado tremendo escandalo in that bank 😉
sunnyglobaldiva
October 28, 2010Lol “tremendo escandalo.” I probably should have–it might have made me feel better for a little while.
Ale
October 28, 2010Woman you know most people won’t go the extra step for anyone. Besides, I’ve been on the other side, where you hate your job and you’re boss is a moron.. every customer irritates you and has the potential to yell at you over something or another, whether or not its your fault..and those three minutes where you have some power over someone makes all the difference in the world to an underappreciated employee who hates his job. Its all about winning the little battles against “the man” that keep you going for yet another miserable, thankless day. Unfortunately its at the expense of someone who doesn’t deserve it. Sorry about that.
Ale
October 28, 2010Oh, btw, now I know its attitudes like that that keep you underappreciated and miserable. lol..
sunnyglobaldiva
October 28, 2010True, Ale, very true 😉