in lieu of working . . .

• I went to the bank to extract money from the cash vomiter. How she spits the green bile! Anyway, I saw an ex-co-worker on the street. She doesn’t work the streets, but she was out there, like me, near to her office, but not exactly in it, working. I thought that I see her kind of often out there on the street and what kind of a slacker is she supposed to be? Then I thought that every time I see her on the street (since I’m unable to see through solid non-window structures) I must also be on the streets, also not working. We were good friends when she worked here.


• I think I’m addicted to paydays, both the nutty, nougatty candy bar and the financial event. Every morning, around 10, I start to get the hankerin’ for a PayDay. If I’m able to resist, the urge passes and I won’t want one until the next morning. Days on which I receive Pay, I have yet to resist. Those days, unfortunately, are bi-weekly, rather than daily. (I’m just now discovering that we no longer hyphenate biweekly. I am like fortnights behind the English tymes.)


• A “distant” co-worker of mine recently suffered a stroke. A terrible fate to befall anyone, but some around here think it’s much worse because he was very near retirement. I find that bit of trivia perfectly inconsequential. It’s not as if I want to suffer my strokes now and “get them out of the way.” I will take as many stroke-free days as I can get, thank you, and if a stroke happens the day before my retirement, I’ll consider myself lucky.