Life’s trade-offs
I apologize for the paucity of posts. I still have plenty to say it’s just that since I hung this shingle a couple of years ago I have been pretty much a morning blogger. Now, during what has historically been the prime creative hours of the morning, me and my muse are ensnared in my near-daily odyssey to H-Town. Most of the bloggable tidbits that occur to me throughout the day I can’t remember and those I can remember I don’t feel like writing in the evening.
And don’t even start with suggestions about keeping a notepad or a little recorder. I have two full tapes that have never even been listened to. All they represent are a fair amount of work and are prognosticated procrastinated upon for the said reasons above.
So from a rudimentary perspective, my job requires 55 hours of my time in return for forty hours of wages–a contribution on my part of fifteen hours, plus travel expenses currently amounting to about $200/week including mileage, tolls, drive-time refreshments, lunch, and smokes. Furthermore, whatever I used to do with those 55 hours–like steady blogging–that can not be pushed to another time slot can be considered a further contribution to the j.o.b.
Proudly working for “The Man” since 1982. C’est la vie, non?