Oh I know, having a job is a blessing (even if I worked my butt off big time to make it all happen), but I've finally come to realize that striving for perfection in the workplace is a gargantuan waste of time when time is running out and there's no real appreciation to begin with — just a paycheck like I'm a cheap blue whore providing good service. "Yes, you can leave the money on the bedside table." Not that I am cheap. I'm just a bit slow. I guess I was in denial for 17 years before the penny finally dropped and I heard my inner-Blue say, You're done going the extra mile when the only one who cares about your sweat and tears is you. No more Blue Santa. Just do what is necessary to earn your money... literally. I always listen to my inner-Blue (even if sometimes his ideas stink like a skunk on Christmas day).
Maybe you can relate.
It seems to me we would be well advised to spend our time and energy on the people we feel good around — those who build us up rather than knock us down when jealousy, ignorance and a blatant refusal to commit get in the way of excellence and creativity and, as a result, joy. It seems to me our sweat and tears should go into expressing ourselves, being ourselves, writing books and posts and poetry, doing the things that define us in the short while that we're here. So that's what I intend to do. Eight hours a day of devotion to Those Who Don't Care But Pretend They Do is — not to put too fine a point on it — plenty in my book. Too much monkey business, people. We can do without that excess BS. Here's to putting in the hours where it counts, where it's worth our while, and to hell with everyone who wants to cramp our style. May 2016 be a good one for all of you friends and family out there.
Anyone in favor?
Here we go.
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