: Time
I stare at another timesheet, mostly blank because the day is new. The six-minute slots of time which I must account for all day long make me sick. I think about how time flies. For several years now my daily routine has been filling a timesheet with billable nothing. Day after day.
I am amazed at how I've become so complacent. I fill out my daily timesheet because it has become habit. I am akin to a robot and I almost never wonder what else I could be doing at any given moment.
I never imagined that I'd be such a boring adult, in a stuffy office concerned about billable hours. I thought I'd be saving the world, helping people, maybe living on a ranch in Colorado with horses and a summer camp for disabled kids. And of course a hot cowboy or two!
I keep thinking in the back of my head that I want to change something, but I never take any action.
It is time.
I stare at another timesheet, mostly blank because the day is new. The six-minute slots of time which I must account for all day long make me sick. I think about how time flies. For several years now my daily routine has been filling a timesheet with billable nothing. Day after day.
I am amazed at how I've become so complacent. I fill out my daily timesheet because it has become habit. I am akin to a robot and I almost never wonder what else I could be doing at any given moment.
I never imagined that I'd be such a boring adult, in a stuffy office concerned about billable hours. I thought I'd be saving the world, helping people, maybe living on a ranch in Colorado with horses and a summer camp for disabled kids. And of course a hot cowboy or two!
I keep thinking in the back of my head that I want to change something, but I never take any action.
It is time.
