Dollar Saved...

I gave some panhandler a dollar today. I don't do it very often, but occasionally I'll just give them something on the chance that they actually really need the cash to get something to eat. Call it playing the law of averages for karma. The guy told me that he just got out of jail downstate and was headed north. I reached into my pocket to blindly pick out a dollar so I wouldn't have to flash my cash. However, the first thing I pulled out of my pocket was a $20...so I put it back and tried again. I pulled out another twenty. The guy laughed at me...which probably means that he didn't really need the money....oh well, I just might have done something good today.

Perhaps it was he paint fumes in my office, but I sat in on a conference call for an hour today and it wiped me the fuck out. All these corporate accounting terms thrown around between client and agent. All for the sake of telling stockholders that your company is doing okay. For half of this call, I stared blankly at the screen, occassionally put my phone on mute, and read some of the news. I was totally clocked out by the end of that one. Yep...we're talking 100% motivation for the 9-5, folks...boredom, fumes, and that dull feeling. I bet that panhandler had more fun at his job than I did today.

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