“Beat the 5 O’clock rush, leave work at noon!” (Dilbert)
Dilbert is right. It’s the only way to beat rush hour. Most towns I’ve lived in that rush hour thing is about three hours long, so you really want to get a head start on it. Or, you’ll miss happy hour at your favorite watering hole. You know, in my opinion they don’t make happy hour stretch near long enough.
This might be the reason I can’t hold on to a job for very long. It seems that bosses frown upon an attitude of this sort. They want to pay me for eight hours of work using only three hours of wages. That just doesn’t compute in my book. As it is I’m giving them an hour of my own time by working till noon. Think about that. I arrive at 8:00 a.m. all bright eyed and bushy tailed for a day of fun on the job. I work till noon. That’s four hours. They’re paying me three hours worth of wages. I know. I’ve seen my check. There is no way in hell that those numbers (the bottom line) adds up to eight hours a day. They’re using some sort of calculator I have yet to run across.
Okay, here’s where we’re at. It’s been awhile since we last spoke and I want to bring you up to date on what’s been going on. It’s not like I haven’t been doing anything. I’ve been so busy that there have been days I have forgotten to sleep. You thought I was going to say eat, didn’t you? That’s not going to happen. I’ve got this pit in the middle of my body that needs to be continually filled. I do a pretty good job of that.
The first two weeks of this month I spent living and working along the Truckee River, just west of Reno. I belong to a program that lets a person trade a minimal amount of work for room and board (https://wwoofusa.org/). In my case it was a great place to park my house, eat some good food I didn’t have to prepare, and get in some much needed exercise (which I was in need of).
A few days ago I made my way back to Walker Lake. I sure like this place. I know many of you don’t because it’s in the middle of the desert. There’s nothing out here but land and water. I’ve never seen very many people here (that’s a plus), traffic on the Hwy 95 is light (another plus), the air is clean, the sun is hot, and the stars are bright (all plusses). The biggest negative is that town is 12 miles away. It takes me all day to walk there and back. And carrying all those bags is a drag. I might have to get my a Radio Flyer wagon. The one with the big rubber tires. Now, that’s something I’m going to have to think about. I wonder if UPS will deliver out here?
I’m in the process of reading The Templar Revelation by Lynn Picknett and Clive Prince. If you are quite comfortable in your place in life, then I do not suggest you read this book. It’s going to do a little shake, rattle, and roll through the folds of your gray matter. If, however, you like a little challenge, pour yourself a hefty portion of your favorite beverage, get nice and comfortable in your chair of choice (couch or bed will do nicely, too), and turn to page one. Be forewarned. I told you that it might shake up your beliefs just a bit.
We’re all caught up. I’m sitting around a lake in the middle of the desert being lazy and adding to my layer of insulation (winter preparation). I think I deserve that, though. I did a couple of weeks of work. So, I’m in need of a rest. I’ve done a bit of traveling—all the way from California to Nevada. Just thinking about that makes me tired. I’m ready for another nap.
Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.