Languid Finger Wine

Posted: December 11, 2015 in Uncategorized

When the sun never comes out, it’s hard to wake up. When it’s hard to wake up, not a lot gets done. When not a lot gets done, it seems like it’s not a big deal – the world isn’t going to end, everything’s gonna be there. Who cares. It’s a Tuesday. But then things pile up, and piling up leads to tasks unfinished, and tasks unfinished leads to more tasks unfinished, guilt, and then the eventual need to hire a hand. So you do, and things get done, and you can do more until there’s nothing left to do, and then you can sleep in. But now you’re earning less. Now you’ve got a choice to make – fire the employee, he was only a temp anyways, right? or drum up more work that doesn’t necessarily need to be done, or leave by more meager means. None of these sound particularly appealing. The stress is compounded. Now things are going undone and you’re earning less. Everything piles onto everything. Compound, compound, compound. So you stay in bed. It’s only a Tuesday.

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