a history of me

Now that I have plenty of "free" time at work, my out-of-work schedule suddenly seems full. For one thing, I need to replace my portable stereo. I remember I bought it at Caldor's, a chain of stores that no longer exists, shortly after I bought my first CDs ever, Guns N' Roses' Use Your Illusion. So thirteen years of service isn't bad. I definitely need my new stereo to play MP3s as I am tired of burning little CDs with fifteen or sixteen songs. I want each CD I burn to play for hours!

Back to work. How much time have I had to goof off? I was able to completely finish Animal Farm as well as read a copy of Frank Miller's Sin City. At this rate I'll finish 1984 by Monday! A customer who spotted me reading and listening to music audibly wished she had my job. I made a non-committal response but inside I again wondered if I am ignoring the upside of having a worthless job. I guess it doesn't even matter at this point; I am so out of here.