Can this celebrated emotion that infatuates society and the place we spend the bulk of our conscious hours be harmonious? Or will their union always be perfunctory? Does work have no alternative but to be a grind? And should the endless hours spent in the office be at the expense of personal fulfillment? Is the pursuit of our dreams waiting for the weekends? These were the questions prodding the direction for my soapbox.
Dry summer conditions and a strong Southeaster sparked the fire… or a mis-fired ciggie butt, who knows..?
Pics after the click.
You start your workday with the best of intentions. You switch your computer on, but it takes 10 minutes to get to the welcome screen. After you log in, it takes a further 5 minutes before your computer is responsive enough to start any meaningful task. (Thank you Vista). Already your initial enthusiasm for the day ahead has taken a dip.
I stumbled across this news report about interesting and new technology that brought your newspaper to your home computer.
Oh how far we’ve come …
