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Nov. 9th, 2010 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI use posts like the last one to remind me on days like this one that there's more to life than going to work, coming home, and falling over.
Last Tuesday I had a 13-hour work day, 8:30 - 9:30. Today was a 12-hour day, 6:30 - 6:30. Next Tuesday will be an 11-hour day starting at 6:30, and I hope I can manage not to have another long day before next Tuesday. I haven't done any grocery shopping worth speaking of in at least a week and a half, and I never got around to finishing the laundry last weekend.
This is why I am taking Friday off. Since we have Thursday off anyway for Veterans Day, I get a four-day weekend. If the Hairy Beasts didn't have vet appointments on Friday, I'd maybe get out of Dodge for a while. (Granted, the appointments are on Friday morning, and the Hairy Beasts will probably be quite happy not to have anything to do with me until at least dinnertime, so I could probably bring them back home and then go off elsewhere for the weekend. But I ain't. That would involve planning, and I ain't got the brain for planning lately.)
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frozenrhino posted a quote the other day about it being hard to move forward when the person you're living with isn't moving forward either. I started thinking about that, even though I don't live with anybody, and arrived at the conclusion that my promotion didn't move me forward so much as it moved me up, at a pretty ferocious rate of speed. And I don't want to land in the same spot when I come back down again.
Or, in the words of Carl Sandburg:
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen old foundations.
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together.
Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders.
Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue nights into white stars.
Last Tuesday I had a 13-hour work day, 8:30 - 9:30. Today was a 12-hour day, 6:30 - 6:30. Next Tuesday will be an 11-hour day starting at 6:30, and I hope I can manage not to have another long day before next Tuesday. I haven't done any grocery shopping worth speaking of in at least a week and a half, and I never got around to finishing the laundry last weekend.
This is why I am taking Friday off. Since we have Thursday off anyway for Veterans Day, I get a four-day weekend. If the Hairy Beasts didn't have vet appointments on Friday, I'd maybe get out of Dodge for a while. (Granted, the appointments are on Friday morning, and the Hairy Beasts will probably be quite happy not to have anything to do with me until at least dinnertime, so I could probably bring them back home and then go off elsewhere for the weekend. But I ain't. That would involve planning, and I ain't got the brain for planning lately.)
frozenrhino posted a quote the other day about it being hard to move forward when the person you're living with isn't moving forward either. I started thinking about that, even though I don't live with anybody, and arrived at the conclusion that my promotion didn't move me forward so much as it moved me up, at a pretty ferocious rate of speed. And I don't want to land in the same spot when I come back down again. Or, in the words of Carl Sandburg:
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen old foundations.
Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together.
Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders.
Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue nights into white stars.
