To my inbox each day Merriam-Webster sends a daily word and last week the word 'procrastinate' appeared but I waited until today to open the email and (for the sake of a good story and poetic license) the definition came with a thumbnail pic of my face. It was unpleasant, not my face that is, but the fact that I am indeed the definition of late. My Dad has described me and my incessant tardiness as, "always late, but worth the wait". Thanks Dad, thanks for turning cold porridge into strawberry shortcake. I remember a job I had where my boss and patrons would place bets on the time I arrived to work. Totally flustered, I'd burst through the door with all the "sorry's" under the sun, while a portion of them erupted and money changed hands. I showed up early one time and there was such an uproar that they decided amongst themselves that I was to be disqualified because no one imagined that I'd ever be early for work. Silly men, drinking beer, like puppies playing ball. Those were the days working at The Bee and I've been meaning to talk about them for a while but I've put it off until now.
Anyway, where was I? Turning trivialities into the meaningful? It's 2011 and according to the Mayan calender I've got one year to shape up or ship out. According to the Mayans, we have less than one year to make something up, I mean, make something out of ourselves for the big "show and tell" performance come 2012. I'm formulating a case convincing enough to buy me more time and at best another chance. It's not that I'm scared of dying, I'm just frightened by the projects I've started and may never finish. Hmm, eleven and a half months to go. Now that's pressure, but if it weren't for the last minute, I wouldn't get anything done.
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Monday, 17 January 2011
Thursday, 2 April 2009
He wasn't that bad after all.
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