The Hours of Our Lives

This is bad. I’ve already consumed all my DVDs and I’ve no choice but to listen to the cheesiest FM station on the planet. It gets to me like a fork grating on china. They play the mushiest songs imaginable, yet I’m too lazy to change it to some other station.

I think Sunday nights are the worst. I am caught between regret and dread; regret for the weekend that went by so fast, and dread for the coming work week.

Speaking of work, let me slip this one in right now, just in case I lose this thought. I think it’s a good reminder for all of us working class heroes.

I’m not sure if everyone realizes that work takes up at least 8 hours of our lives. 8 hours.

Add 2 hours for lunch,
2 hours of travel time (less if you’re lucky),
2 hours of preparation for work,
another hour of preparation prior to leaving work.

That’s 15 hours all in all. Add to that 6 hours worth of sleep, and out of the 24 hours we have everyday, that leaves us with only 3 hours worth of time from Monday to Friday to do the things that we really like. Only 3 hours to be spent for ourselves, our family, and our friends.

Are you sure you want to spend those precious 3 hours working overtime in the office?

Think about it before you volunteer for that extra work again.

“Life is too short to be doing something you do not love.”

Monday morning, 1 AM