Crazy Eights
I got my first full time job on August, 8th, 1988. That’s 8/8/88 for those into numbers. I’ve been pretty much full time ever since with the exception of two years off to waste away my life, and two winters off on unemployment.
I really do not think man was meant to work for 40 hours a week, or at least not 5 days a week, and most certainly not 6 or 7 days a week. I’d personally feel better if I could work a 40 hour week, but at 4 ten hour days, rather then 5 at 8. This would allow me three days off to actually have a life.
I guess it does not really matter now though, as I do love my current job. I simply adore Perrin, and I enjoy being here when my lovely Cyndi gets home. I simply could not ask for a more magickal existence then I live every day.
Though I do look back into my past and feel I have wasted away many years of my life, especially those few years that I was still considered a child. In 1988 when I got that first job I was 15, and that is far too young to start working 30-40 hours a week. I think if I could have started over, I’d have cut my hours in half so that I could have enjoyed many more weekends…
But life is good, and I think I turned out OK.
Happy Anniversary Work!