Well, this is my last day of freedom…from work that is. Yesterday was my first day of freedom.
Sometimes work does feel like a prison. Slave to the clock and my boss. Hopefully my new job will be rewarding. Who am I kidding…there is a reason they call it work.
I work hard when I am at work. But rewarding, it has never been. I earn my paycheck and then some. I try to find my rewards outside of my job. Not an easy task, but I still keep plugging away.
I think we all strive to make our mark in this world. What will they put on my tombstone?
THOTLADY
SHE LOVED HER PUPPIES!
What more is there to life than to love and be loved?
Yes – work is just a means to an end for most people. I think I am one of those people.
It isn’t about the dates of your life it is the dash in between.