It was Monday, and it's back to work. I'm getting good at sleeping until almost 6 am, but there are times where I still wake up too early. However, I've noticed that more traffic is on Route 9a these days, and this will likely be a factor in when I eventually decide to leave this job.
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As usual, I showered, shaved, put on my makeup and left for work at 7:15. Now, that's not early enough to guarantee that I can stop at the local deli, order a sausage & egg sandwich, and get to work on time. So I've shifted my deli to one 15 minutes closer to work, and past the Southbound Route 9a traffic jam on the road between Croton and Briarclff Manor. Luckily, they make a good sandwich, and I get in and out quick enough to make it to work and have a cup of coffee before clocking in.
In an email conversation with the ex, she brought up the fact that living as Marian was my goal. What she didn't recognize is that I would have sacrificed future progress on this goal to have romance. Alas, this was not to be - with her. Strangely enough, I received a call from my accountant this evening to tell me NOT to file my 2020 tax return until I receive my $1400 stimulus check, as I earned too much in tax year 2020 to qualify for a payment. I mentioned some of the events from the past, and my accountant was incensed. One can make threats of someone, but not ones that can negatively affect a family. But enough of that. That problem is in the past I'm looking towards the future and forgiven the people in my past.
I find it amazing how much time one can waste watching TV. If I had a brain (and I'm not sure if I do), I'd toss the vidiot boxes out and go back to reading books and listening to radio. There was a list of 15 things to do in my bag, and I only took care of two of them. It could be worse....
