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I Could Get Used To This

Because of my umm, gig (it's hilarious how uncomfortable I am with saying 'model') that I have for tomorrow, I had to take two days off of work.  Well, one really, but today I worked remotely from the comfort of my old room in my parents house.  I woke up at 10:30AM and rolled from the bed to the computer in three seconds flat.  Man.  I wish it was like that for me everyday, instead of my usual 35 minute walk to work.  My life was so pleasant this morning.  I didn't have to get out of my pajamas, no teeth were brushed or faces washed.  The only strenuous thing that I did do, was make myself a cup of tea.   It was difficult but I was able to handle it.  Just barely.

I was able to put in a few hours worth of work.  I was hardcore in busting that shit out, where normally I know I have 7.5 hours to waste, so I take my time.  Not today.  I got it all done in 4 hours and signed off until Wednesday morning.  So my question is: if i am able to do this from here, who is stopping me from doing this in my own home everyday?  The Man.  That's who.  I am supposed to be a team player and drag my sad ass in to work everyday so that I can sit there, trying with all my might to stay awake under the lovely burning of the halogen lights, so that everyone can look at my perturbed face and know that I am a team player.  I am like Sisyphus, condemned to roll my burden uphill everyday for an eternity, just because I am so clever.  Or not.  Whatever.  Let me work from home, a-holes.

So as I sit here and wonder what I am going to do with myself for the rest of the day, I look to my right and glance out the window to see a world of white and fog, where you can't tell where the sky starts and the ground begins, it is so grey and dismal out there.  I think that my instincts are telling me to go for a nap.  That's right, my instincts.  And we all know what happens when we don't follow our guts right? Bad things happen.  I wouldn't want to be a contributor to mucking up the order of the universe because I disregarded my guts.  Or something.

So off I go to curl up in a cozy bed with an old man cat to keep me company. 

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