Day Six

Stop the presses. the 359 day plan is kaput. Work today was bereft of labor and I found myself once again task-less and bored beyond endurance. I eked out three dull hours feigning business and then called it a day. I left work too with a certain clarity: I wont be at my job come Sunday. It will be a day of rest and renewal.

I must admit that the end of my workman's quest to labor for 359 days brought lightness to my spirit. I felt suddenly airy when the notion took hold that I would endeavor instead to work five days a week with an occasional Saturday for shits and giggles. It was a resolution made with the understanding that if there was a way for me to fill a weekend day with work killing hours then I would return to my original intentions of working seven days a week.