Ready For Bed
Tuesday. The Republican convention is again playing in the background. Arnold is speaking. I'm listening. None of this is inspiring me to write. I'm going to listen to the whole thing on National Public Radio, which by itself makes me eligible for the Order of Political Junkie, Light Weight, Second Class. Big time smoke and mirrors, my friends, from both Republicans and Democrats. Gotta pay attention, pick up the truth behind the lies. Or is it pick up the truth behind the lies behind the truth behind the lies? How many layers before you get down to the reality of how it plays out in your city, on your block? Questions like these can turn you into a Political Junkie if you don't watch out.
The Boogie Man will get you if you don't watch out!
Indeed. And there are many of them about.
Wednesday. Getting up two hours earlier takes time and effort to accommodate. At least that's my story. “You look tired”, is the common comment. “Why yes”, I say. I am tired and getting up two hours earlier this week sounds like a good excuse: everyone smiling and nodding in agreement, but I'm not sure it's good to remind anyone it might also be because I'm, you know, somewhat “older” than the other zombies you meet these days bouncing off the walls. And then I take a second look and notice how wasted my compatriots, whatever their age, and I dismiss the thought.
Is it different anywhere else? I heard a story over lunch, an IBM team has been interviewing our people and after an interview this morning they commented that everyone out there has cut their IT overhead by eliminating people without reducing their workload. Everyone's saving money (on paper), but they're losing it in mistakes and lost opportunities. Which sounds good, I suppose. It's nice to hear things that reinforce your own enlightened prejudice.
For all this tired business I took a walk after work, a spin around the Grand Lake theater area with a coupon from Kentucky Fried Chicken tucked in my pocket. One dollar off their chicken Caesar salad. I like their chicken Caesar salad, but, you know, I don't eat dinner and if you'd seen what I'd consumed during lunch, you'd understand why. Stalwart, forceful, determined I passed the Colonel's door, a long line of people waiting to order (I was not the only one, it seems, to receive a coupon book today.). I am less than good at waiting in line so I passed on by, so now I'm tired and hungry and ready for bed.