Musings

So. Question. When do you get off today?

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Word from the top: briefing at Castle at 1530.

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If this yogurt shop were owned by me, I would say that we'd be closed on every Sunday. So I wouldn't have to keep going after my morning work out and I could just go right back to bed.

But I don't own this yogurt shop and therefore, my complaints are moot. You'd think I would learn to suck it up by now, but when I'm standing here and the counters are all clean, the floors are swept, the machines are running smoothly, I can't help but think about the other things I could be doing.

Like sleeping, on this fine Sunday morning.

ARE YOU HOME?!

[A small white envelope, like the kind they put on flower arrangements. On the card within is an address and a time.]

Wanted: New neighbor. Current one is an idiot. Accepting applications now: submit detailed history, list of personal interests, and schedule to A.Bourne@creations.com

Bartholomew: I don't care how vital hand-eye co-ordination is to your job, I don't want to have to listen to your stupid video game music at 2300. Some people actually sleep.