We had a real treat at work when I had arrived. My father had bought a big bag of chipped pork barbecue sandwiches from Chuck's barbeque up the road. I greedily tore into two sandwiches in my office after I shut the door. I don't get to eat barbecue often and it is one of my favorites.
Been reading the Hobopoet blog. I have a hard time reconciling my own views of work with the author's. The author's view being that work is a form of wage slavery. Maybe I am deluded, but I enjoy work. I enjoy the structure and routine it gives to life. I am one of those people who needs a reason to get out of bed and to shower. It doesn't come easy to me. There is just this great feeling of satisfaction and pride over being able to do a good job and to be apart of a team. I guess I would probably think differently if I had taken that job at McDonald's or worked for Wal-Mart.