It was Wednesday when I realized I had completely missed Middle-aged Musings Monday. Cue jokes about Middle-aged Memory (I can’t remember any myself).
Part of my problem is that I worked last weekend (both days) and plan to work this weekend (at least one day), so the days of the week are kind of melding together into one long, tired lump. But I’ve blogged about the Overtime Blues before; I don’t think I have anything new to say at this time (although I expect to feel less blue about it when I get my paycheck).
Another problem is that, being middle-aged as I am, time seems to move a lot quicker than it ever used to. Was it Monday again already? And yet, at some points of the day, time moves as slow as ever, as in, isn’t it lunch time yet? Come to think of it, when Friday means something to me, it seems to get here awfully slowly as well. So forget that time moving quickly thing; I don’t know where I was going with that anyways. My sister Diane says time is relative, but not our relative. So you see.
Well, there were two time related musings (just to review, as an aid to my Middle-aged Memory). Anything else about time while we’re on the subject? My watch is set on military time. I don’t know why I like to do that, since to this day I look at 17:52 and have to think, “OK that’s 5:52.” This isn’t just since the army. I’ve been using military time since my first horrible job at Burger King in the early ’80s (that’s 1980s, wise ass). The time clock was military. Wow, that was a long time ago (another timely observation).
I’m thinking some readers may find this a lame post and protest, “Hey! It’s not Friday yet!” I say, don’t remind me, especially since Friday won’t really be Friday till next Friday (see Overtime Blues, above). However, that being the case, I may not be into Lame Post Friday in two days. I’m thinking I didn’t do a Lame Post Friday last Friday either (see Middle-aged Memory, above). So think of this as your little helping of Lame for the week. Happy Wednesday.
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