You know, when you're getting a bit older like I am, and have been told you are losing your job, you start to wonder if you should just hang up your cleats and give up your place in the world of work. I, however, like getting a pay check and duking it out with everyone else in the rat race. I'd hate to think it was all over for me.
I read some lines by the poet Wendy Cope that helped me:
No point in living if you let
Your terror of the end take hold
Keep saying this and don't forget
The party isn't over yet.
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Will you go to your grave saying "I wish I'd spent one more day in the office"?
I bet she will, Tim!
Scary thought! Has no-one introduced her to the escape committee? Or is she the decoy so the others can get away?
Awww, let's leave her alone. She's a better person than I am, Gunga Din, at least in the work-ethic department. I could write a book on ways to avoid doing one's plain duty for which one is being paid. Which is why my resume' makes rather minimalist reading---kind of like haiku.
One cute lazy girl
trying hard to stay in peace.
Work avoidance pays!
Sorry Brenda, couldn't resist!
Thanks for these cute comments and poetry.
Bravissimo, Tim! I love it!
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