my loneliest time

When night falls and the sun fades, that for me is my hardest hour. It is the hour where the bare space next to me seems to chill me and it provides no comfort. The pillow that provides support for my head now supports my body. It cradles it where it needs to be cradled and provides a small substitution to the person I wish was next to me. Loneliness, yearning, needing comfort are some words that race through my mind. When does one know when to accept the void? When should one question the lack of comfort? Life can race by and seem to leave no trail in its wake.

Hell Raiser

Waiting anxiously by the door... Silence... Slowly pushing back and discovering a trail of sorts. I follow the trail ever acknowledging the inevitable doom that comes at the end. The feeling of dread and sweat overcome my body. How many are there? What is out there? What will be around the next bend? All these questions swirl in my head like a nervous man swiling a brandy. I put one foot down and traverse the booby trapped floor. How can one thing take over our lives causing fear to spread over everything we do and say? Life wasn't meant to be lived in hiding,we should be free! To run like drug obsessed hippies through a wheat field without a care in the world. As I stand looking at our hell raiser, I realize our dog is taking over our lives.

Gas Bomb

Excuse you... Why is it that we say excuse you to people who burp? They should know better than to rip one in the middle of dinner. How many times have I passed those words on the someone I know? Sheesh... People these days. You give them a coke and you get foul air as a thank you. Well what the heck if you can't stop them I might as well join them. ........ Excuse me

No work No Job

Have you ever woken up to the sound of the blaring alarm deafening your ears? Rolled over and wished you didn't have to get your butt in gear for the day? The dragging steps to the kitchen for the much needed caffine fix? I bet all of us wish for the day we can sleep in when we want, do what we want to do during the day instead of looking at the clock at work wishing for the day to end. Well believe it or not but that day has come for me to ignore the alarm and do what I want during the day. I know I know Laundry, Cleaning, and dusting isn't something I want to do but still it is nice to be able to set my own time table during the day. Yet strangely with all the free time I miss the deadlines, phone calls, the running for the fax machine and finding out I just used the last roll of toilet paper. Call me sentimental but I do miss the days when my coworkers made me laugh and we made lunch dates and gossiped by the water cooler. Work can come and go but memories don't fade. So, as I sit here with nothing to do (yeah right) I wish the best on the new adventures my coworkers face everyday at the newly established Bossler, Inc. It seems like we have been going through a lot of changes but one thing I know is that change brings growth and work still goes on. All the best and good luck

Lunch Time Blues

Waiting anxiously for a question or comment to be thrown in my direction. I'm like a victim knowing my assailant is going to be coming at me at any minute. Waiting.... Waiting.... Dang it phone RING and let my life move on. Every sound echoes through my bones and vibrates at my lust for life. I wait patiently and sometimes fervently for the blast of obligation that I need to answer. I keep one hand poised for the next attack and the other hand on my other neccesity in life whose smells are driving me insane . I pause waiting for the opportunity to gorge in humanly delight. The dead carcass beckoning me to leave my anxious waiting behind. Do I dare? Can it be that I have a chance to lay siege on the piece of heaven by my side? To eat without hinderance and interruptions? Nothing tastes as good as something done in a moment of truth. I may have had my moment of truth but now all that there is to conquer is the lunch time blues.

Middle Age Questions that have yet to be answered

Chug, Chug, Chug, Remember those days where we thought the hightlight of our life was when Joe was able to do a keg stand for a minute? Or when we thought we were bad for staying up till 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning. Now what is sad is that when 10 pm rolls around on a Friday all I would rather do is sleep and iron. Okay, you're probably thinking iron? When did I hit middle age? Good question, what is considered middle age? Is is when our beer gut hangs over and we can't remember what shoes we picked out because we can't see our feet? Do we hit middle age when we care about our cholesteral, high blood sugar, and the state of our colonic health? Or is middle age when we realize we can't go streaking across our neighbors lawn and ringing their doorbell? I guess middle age is whenever you want it to be and it can hit at any time. I say you should live life to the fullest and enjoy every minute because when you see Johnny flying across the street in his birthday suit just remember you've hit middle age when you don't even have the urge to point and laugh.

It's five o'clock somewhere

Okay, the hand on the clock moved 1/2 a centimeter. It either means some abnormal catastophic event has slowed down the earth's gravitation thus slowing down time or it means I am avoiding the stack of paper sitting on my desk. We may only have a few minutes to hasten our exit to the door savoring our last moments on earth since our life is going to be taken over soon by the gravitaionaly challenged hands of the clock. How many trees had to give their life and limbs up so that I can shuffle another piece of dead wood around on a desk with meeting notes and doodles. Hey, my doodles are my tribute to that piece of tree. I think it would rather have a cartoon doodle than sophisticated words complied into a never ending cycle of complaints. Well, you think what you want. I'll just sit back in my permenantly cheek indented seat as my tribute to all of humanity and secretaries everywhere. Women of the work force raise your carpal tunneled hands high, because it's five o'clock somewhere