Thursday, August 18, 2005
What, Me Worry?
Today on the picket line I read David Halberstam's 'Teammates'. Reading makes the time go by a little faster, but it's still hard to not watch the large digital CBC clock. I hate agonizing over minutes and seconds. I hate the tyranny of the digital clock and the power it lords over my life. There's a strong sense that this lockout could go on for weeks, if not months. It'll be nice to read all my books that I haven't finished. It'll be nice to work on my tan. It'll be nice to live on lockout pay. I'll soon move to gumdrop lane.
I felt like Jack earlier this morning. I did not purchase magic beans, but with 6 of my last seven dollars, I purchased a chai latte and a bagel. The bagel was alright, a little too toasted, but not all that terrible. The chai latte was abysmal, it tasted like burnt coffee. I should have heard the alarms go off when the person waiting on me needed to consult a paper and then the guy who sells me my newspaper on how to make it. I guess I should be worried about more important things, like having a job to go back to when the lockout is over, but when you are 7 dollars rich, spending 4 dollars on feces in a cup kind of gets your goat.
Today on the picket line I read David Halberstam's 'Teammates'. Reading makes the time go by a little faster, but it's still hard to not watch the large digital CBC clock. I hate agonizing over minutes and seconds. I hate the tyranny of the digital clock and the power it lords over my life. There's a strong sense that this lockout could go on for weeks, if not months. It'll be nice to read all my books that I haven't finished. It'll be nice to work on my tan. It'll be nice to live on lockout pay. I'll soon move to gumdrop lane.
I felt like Jack earlier this morning. I did not purchase magic beans, but with 6 of my last seven dollars, I purchased a chai latte and a bagel. The bagel was alright, a little too toasted, but not all that terrible. The chai latte was abysmal, it tasted like burnt coffee. I should have heard the alarms go off when the person waiting on me needed to consult a paper and then the guy who sells me my newspaper on how to make it. I guess I should be worried about more important things, like having a job to go back to when the lockout is over, but when you are 7 dollars rich, spending 4 dollars on feces in a cup kind of gets your goat.
