I'm proud of my father. He recently got roped into being videotaped for a course he is the creator of. It means driving hours to the filming site, learning how to use a teleprompter, and a lot of practice. But instead of bitching about it like I would, he's taking it in stride. Yes, he's been stressed and nervous all week, but it made him work harder at it.
I wish I had his work ethic. I inherited everything else from him. The tan forearms, the man legs, the liberal values, the predisposition to writing.
I'd like to not be so lazy. Sure, I could develop my own work ethic, but...that requires work.
So, I'm proud of you Dad. Workaholic or not, no one can say you're lazy. Unless it comes to housework, but that's a different story.
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May I just take this moment to admit that I have some sense of emotion back, and my delightfully irritating happiness back? This calls for a YAY!
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Welcome to the club of lazy people with no work ethic! You're going to enjoy your stay.
ReplyDeleteEveryone enjoys their stay in the club of lazy people with no work ethic. If you didn't enjoy it, you wouldn't have gotten there in the first place.
ReplyDeleteI stayed at the club of lazy people once and I couldn't stay for more than a few hours. My obsessive mind wouldn't calm down. I couldn't handle it. My work ethic consumes me too much.
ReplyDeleteWell, you are lucky to have a work ethic. Where do I get one of those?
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