1. Walking down a jetway to board a flight is not a good time to think about the 3 major airplane accidents in the past 2 weeks. I had 4 flights last week, so plenty of time to reflect. I want to ask if the oxygen tanks are full before we depart.
2. I'm in the middle of a work project which seems to have an infinite number of options for form and content. I sit at the computer and type for hours, endlessly revising and improving, fully aware of the pressure of about 15 people waiting for me to finish. I want it right, but the people waiting don't really care if it is good or not. They just want it done. They keep calling, so I stopped answering their calls. They send emails, and I ignore them. I took time out to buy tickets to leave the country in September as some kind of pre-defensive move. Sometimes the option to do things my way, to make myself happy with my insignificant work, is the only reward. I'm up to page 30, and it is slow going; lots of boring compound-complex sentences.
3. A customer called today and asked if I could go to St. Kitts tomorrow, to check a machine. I told him it would be pretty expensive, considering the summer rates at some swanky beachfront hotel. He said "no problem." I called his customer on the island, and determined the problem was not what they thought, and that they didn't need me. Maybe I'm too busy to be traipsing off to some lush Caribbean paradise, all expenses paid, and floating around in the clear blue water with a cold drink on my belly after working a little bit.
4. I went to a small store for a sandwich tonight, and watched some guy pull up next to me, install a steering wheel lock, check all the door locks, then set his car alarm. Super careful that nobody was going to skin his ride while he's in the store for 3 minutes. It was a '98 Dodge Neon. Paranoia is humorous, from a distance.
2. I'm in the middle of a work project which seems to have an infinite number of options for form and content. I sit at the computer and type for hours, endlessly revising and improving, fully aware of the pressure of about 15 people waiting for me to finish. I want it right, but the people waiting don't really care if it is good or not. They just want it done. They keep calling, so I stopped answering their calls. They send emails, and I ignore them. I took time out to buy tickets to leave the country in September as some kind of pre-defensive move. Sometimes the option to do things my way, to make myself happy with my insignificant work, is the only reward. I'm up to page 30, and it is slow going; lots of boring compound-complex sentences.
3. A customer called today and asked if I could go to St. Kitts tomorrow, to check a machine. I told him it would be pretty expensive, considering the summer rates at some swanky beachfront hotel. He said "no problem." I called his customer on the island, and determined the problem was not what they thought, and that they didn't need me. Maybe I'm too busy to be traipsing off to some lush Caribbean paradise, all expenses paid, and floating around in the clear blue water with a cold drink on my belly after working a little bit.
4. I went to a small store for a sandwich tonight, and watched some guy pull up next to me, install a steering wheel lock, check all the door locks, then set his car alarm. Super careful that nobody was going to skin his ride while he's in the store for 3 minutes. It was a '98 Dodge Neon. Paranoia is humorous, from a distance.
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oryx:
thank you for your beautiful comment. it brought me a lot of clarity. thank you.
freakpirate:
That was... pretty awesome. 
