Re: New Job

I now recall why I left 9-to-5 for self-employment.

• Yell at alarm clock
• Yell at neighbours for using all the hot water before 6-fucking-30 AM already!
• Yell at coffee because it’s too weak/too strong
• Yell at cat for getting in the way
• Yell at the toast for getting burnt
• Yell at stupid drivers who try to kill pedestrians for sport
• Sit in office wondering why the receptionist has such terrible taste in horrible radio-friendly crap fluff music
• Type type type talk talk talk e-mail e-mail e-mail fax fax fax
• Sit in office wondering why the receptionist has such terrible taste in horrible radio-friendly crap fluff music
• Yell at stupid drivers who try to kill pedestrians for sport
• Yell at washing machine for eating money
• Yell at single red sock that escaped the confines of the colours and took refuge in the whites, dying brand new work shirt pink (good thing I’m gay)
• Yell at food for burning and tasting like crap
• Go to bed

In other words, it was Monday. However, the advantage of sauntering non-chalantly though the workday while self-employed was submerged by the extreme financial instability. I’m just never satisfied.

A Case of You

Just before our love got lost you said,
“I am as constant as a northern star.”
And I said, “Constantly in the darkness
Where’s that at?
If you want me I’ll be in the bar.”
On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid
I remember that time you told me, you said,
“Love is touching souls”
Surely you touched mine
‘Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you, darling
Still, I’d be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said,
“Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed”
Oh but you are in my blood
You’re my holy wine
You’re so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
Still I’d be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

“A Case of You” by Joni Mitchell