This little tune has has my office chair swerving from side to side today as I contemplated acneic cysts and such, dishing out advice of sorts.
So listening to this and feeling a little inspired, I wondered about all the awesome photographers whose images have made my words better, and the writers I've mentioned and envied, what their day jobs are... What music gets them by and through and I wonder and how many stories we could all tell involving things like rubber gloves, kitchens and chinking glasses and computer screens and telephone calls and the funny things that happen and revolve around 'how may I help you?'; those things that happen in a day sandwiched by writing or artistic endeavour. Hmmm, what we could tell each other over a glass of red and some background music after a day of it all ...
I'm filling your glass now, tell me your stories... I might write you something.
(Image: Venturi Scott)
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A story about work?
Some quick thoughts:
They're always asking me to break the law. They want to be the only exception. It makes them feel special. Loved even. Sometimes they tell me about the details of their lives: the cat with osteoporosis, their recalcitrant daughters, the shoes they bought at the shopping centre down the road. All they want is room for talk, me to listen. I have very little time. What I have is portioned up between them. They look at their watches and slap their sides, waiting for their turn. They ask for my advice, then spurn it, putting faith in neighbours and tabloids rather than a health science degree...
I like this story, thank you Thuy!
No problems. I saw your post and started jotting things down. I'll have to continue this piece when I have some time. :)
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