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February 15, 2010
Monday, 7:49 P.M.
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Coming to the end of a three day weekend, my mind is filled with thoughts of wishing I didn't have to go back to work in the morning. It's not that I have anything even remotely exciting to do instead, but I guess I'm just getting a little worn out with this employment thing. I keep on wondering what's keeping that knight in shining armor, galloping down the street on his white steed? Isn't he supposed to save me from all this and whisk me off to the castle where I will be treated like a lady, waited on and pampered, fawned over and loved till the end of my days? Instead I am sitting here printing out tax returns, making sure they are complete, attaching 'Sign Here' stickers, and stapling the returns into their very professional looking folders. You know what? Thinking about it, it's not such a bad thing. Employment is helping to keep me in the manner to which I have become accustomed; you know, the one where you get to put a bit of nourishment in your stomach and keep a roof over your head?