There are times when you get home from work, and you hust have to plop onto the couch and zone out. You sit there and at times can’t even recount what you did that day. I know there have been times when someone asks me how your day was, and I honestly can not answer as the day was a blur. I think we have all been there.
This occurs so often that I wish we could get away from the nicety of asking about a person’s day. We should just assume it was filled with countless meetings, incredulous moments, and some anguish. The latter may be too strong a word. For me, though, it quite captures my days as of late.
Today, by 1pm, I managed to have a ten minute break and said out loud to myself, “Wow, what a long day.” I then looked at the time and was befuddled and bemused. Some days are not long enough, and others are way too long, way too early.
Categories: Culture, current events, mental health, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
Oh dear Lord Dear Miriam
Part of the Grind The Wash
Rinse And Dry Cycle That
Truly Started in Kindergarten
Becoming A Part of the Machine
Increasingly A Cog Day in Day Out
Until One Day When
Closest Relatives
Asked me What Have
i Been Doing All i Had
in Return is Two Words
WorKinG WoRKinG That’s
All i’ve Been Doing That’s All i Have
To Say New Same Working Working
Just Been Working That’s All Until One
Day my Head Hurt So Bad i Couldn’t Pull Another
Word Out
Now i Play
in Electric Vehicle
Hybrid Mode For Free
Never Running Out of Energy
As Long as my Eyelids Are Open Day to Day
Still Playing in Dreams Indeed With Wings Flying Even Freer..:)
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We are getting overworked and underpaid, the system is choking us. I do not have the same joy at work as I used to have 20 years ago, but maybe it is just how I feel.
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