Work is a lot like a race. A non-stop relay where you pass the baton to yourself lap after lap. Sometimes you can look at the last lap favorably, other times you curse your slow speed. I wonder which day today will be.
my corner of nowhere particular
Work is a lot like a race. A non-stop relay where you pass the baton to yourself lap after lap. Sometimes you can look at the last lap favorably, other times you curse your slow speed. I wonder which day today will be.
Dude, that’s deep.