by Justin Feiler
A day at work is a day in hell. By my calculation, after forty years in hell I have satisfied my tour of damnation and I should be done. Now, all that is left is to sit and wait for the winds of fortune to shift in my direction, which I can feel are closing in. I don't need to lift a finger, nothing else is required of me except to retreat to a pleasant and tranquil place where I can savor the anticipated reward to its fullest. But when I tire of waiting and nothing happens, I conclude that I must have tabulated wrong and I still owe one more day. That's it, just one more single day and then I'll truly be done.
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Justin Feiler has been writing all his life and always carries a pad in case the urge strikes.