After a relaxing weekend, Monday has returned which signals the start of another 40-hour work week for this guy.
On the drive home tonight with White Pony by Deftones blaring out of my system, I realized that I am on my way to your run-of-the-mill guy who works to pay the bills and afford the finer things in life.
Life isn’t as fun as it used to be. I guess you could say I’ve grown up some and still have some more to go. I do realize that my life has become more repetitive than ever, and that’s OK.
I treasure my weekends. I do my best to do a good job at work. I’m grateful for everything I have in life, and I work to earn more.
I was once a pizza boy but have gone the way of the corporate cog. I am fine with knowing that my employment is stable and that I serve a purpose in the company I work for. I love the hours I work. I love facing the challenges and conquering the obstacles I’m given.
I don’t mind going to work.
That’s my rant for today. Mare & I are having breakfast for dinner, and it’s gonna be delicious. Peace out.