I used to look at "old guys" and wonder how they got to where they are now, especially if it looked like they did not have anything to show for all the time they spent on this world. If you were standing beside me you would be looking at how they dress, the car they drove, if they drove a car at all. The worst one of all was the one who caught the bus. Imagine having to leave your home two hours ahead of time just to get to a job that barely payed enough money to allow you to get there.
My goodness if you wanted to have a little fun, say have a life. You would have to try to think about it between the bouts of stress that seem to pop up every thirty seconds because you don't have enough money to pay your bills. I also want to make sure that I am non partial in my thought process and make sure I show how I feel about single mothers and the things that they add to this mess. You know have two kids and dad decides that he wants to be his own one man show and anything more than one is a crowd. Mom now has to decide how to cut away motherhood to become the bread winner for eight to twelve hours then remember where the nearest phone booth is so she can change back to mom before she steps in the house.
Baby boy and Baby girl who now have all the freedom in the world since that winch that wants us to call her mom is never home serving us or bowing down on her knees as required, Decide now that they know how to handle things better than mom and strike out on their own adventures meaning torturing and murdering other people's spirit with their little toddler tantrums. Now in the midst of all these calamities I find myself accessing all that applies to the plight of people not in the least related to me. Wondering why should I care? The answer it is really simple, To me anyway, I always have time to reflect on my experiences especially when it relates to riding a bus, a public transportation vehicle. I am the driver and they are in my care as long as their beautiful rump sits on the bus's gaudy thin plastic seats.
I am now that older guy who has to leave out early to catch two buses and the rapid to get to work on time, and yes I sweat too when things don't seem to be going as planned for my drivers. I would laugh but the stress is holding my smile muscles captive. What stress you might ask, well let me see, first I have to get there early, yes early not on time but early. That's my window of safety just in case someone in the high office has found a new unread volume of the gestapo's greatest hits list that's guaranteed to make me late while I try to read it. Then I have to hope that someone is not pissed at the union and came in and put up new wall paper comprised of all the new don't s , yes I know that it should be do's and don't s but RTA decided to save space and time so we just have don't s.
I just realized that there is so much to getting my work day started that I will have to do another post.
My goodness if you wanted to have a little fun, say have a life. You would have to try to think about it between the bouts of stress that seem to pop up every thirty seconds because you don't have enough money to pay your bills. I also want to make sure that I am non partial in my thought process and make sure I show how I feel about single mothers and the things that they add to this mess. You know have two kids and dad decides that he wants to be his own one man show and anything more than one is a crowd. Mom now has to decide how to cut away motherhood to become the bread winner for eight to twelve hours then remember where the nearest phone booth is so she can change back to mom before she steps in the house.
Baby boy and Baby girl who now have all the freedom in the world since that winch that wants us to call her mom is never home serving us or bowing down on her knees as required, Decide now that they know how to handle things better than mom and strike out on their own adventures meaning torturing and murdering other people's spirit with their little toddler tantrums. Now in the midst of all these calamities I find myself accessing all that applies to the plight of people not in the least related to me. Wondering why should I care? The answer it is really simple, To me anyway, I always have time to reflect on my experiences especially when it relates to riding a bus, a public transportation vehicle. I am the driver and they are in my care as long as their beautiful rump sits on the bus's gaudy thin plastic seats.
I am now that older guy who has to leave out early to catch two buses and the rapid to get to work on time, and yes I sweat too when things don't seem to be going as planned for my drivers. I would laugh but the stress is holding my smile muscles captive. What stress you might ask, well let me see, first I have to get there early, yes early not on time but early. That's my window of safety just in case someone in the high office has found a new unread volume of the gestapo's greatest hits list that's guaranteed to make me late while I try to read it. Then I have to hope that someone is not pissed at the union and came in and put up new wall paper comprised of all the new don't s , yes I know that it should be do's and don't s but RTA decided to save space and time so we just have don't s.
I just realized that there is so much to getting my work day started that I will have to do another post.
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