JUST THINKING...

Been a hectic week. 12-hour days at work leaves me not much time to write. A couple of thoughts hit me this week. First, my commute to work is 40 miles and takes me 90 minutes. Bumper-to-bumper highway traffic. Accidents everywhere. Rain is an added 30 minutes. So with all this traffic, why do cops play the “hide and seek” game? Yeah, this makes sense. They try to conceal themselves around corners and in between overpasses. They’ve got their radar guns poised. Their goal obviously is to catch speeders. But hey, isn’t it rush hour? I mean how many friggin people can speed in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Oh sure there are a few stretches along my route where I can speed, but the opportunities are so few and far between. Yet these cops sit and wait for us and then, goodie for them. They catch one of us frustrated drivers and lo and behold, the siren goes on and they pull the car over and create yet another traffic jam mess because everyone has to slow down and avoid the situation. I see this all the time. It just makes me wonder where is the sense in any of this?

Last night, I worked darn near until 11 p.m. I wish like hell I actually liked my profession. But to me, it’s so damn boring and uninteresting. My job is to basically make sure people are doing their jobs correctly in accordance with established Accounting policies and procedures. Yawn. I really envy the people I’ve worked with over the years who live for this shit. They can talk and talk for days about work. Wow, internal controls! How interesting! Amazingly, I have little to no interest in what I do yet I’ve been doing this for 17 years now. Can you believe that? I think I need to have my head examined. Oh I forgot. I already did that last year.

I love my new boss. He’s very fair, easy-going, and funny. He too is into his/our work. He got on a roll last night. It was 10 pm and these thoughts just kept rolling off his tongue. I sat there half-glazed, or more likely it was ¾ glazed, thinking to myself wondering how anyone could be so into this crap? By 10 pm, my brain is mush and all I’m thinking about is what I’m going to eat for dinner and what’s on TV. It’s like my brain cannot handle another work thought. Yet I think my boss could have free-wheeled it for another two hours had I not started packing up my stuff. I sure hope I catch a break one of these days and get a book deal. I think I’d devote the rest of my career to writing and taking classes on how to improve my writing. Wow, I could be just like my boss, crazy about what I do for a living. That for me would be a first.

P.S. Once again to all my Texas bloggers, be safe out there.