I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, May 10, 2007

One of those things

One of the metrics that my day-job tracks is time, and production time. See, for every plate I print there is an added estimated three minutes, which is added to my "production time" (non-payroll hours, dagnabit). Today's "production time" is three-hours and six-minutes longer than my "payroll time." And I'm not done yet. One-hour into over-time right now.

Yep. Busy, busy, busy. However, it's that "production time" when I'm waiting for the machine that I read websites/blogs, and post here.

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