Monday, January 25, 2010

Angle of Repose

A couple of days ago, I was mandated to work 13 hours. Not to belabor this point, but it would be so much cheaper for the postal service to hire transitional employees than to pay people at the top of the pay scale triple time. The postal service would be "penny wise, pound foolish" if they were penny wise. That night I had trouble sleeping, and then the next night I had to get up early to go to the airport because we were flying to Chicago. I figured I'd easily sleep on the plane because the white noise I listen to every night (on my iPhone) is, get this, the cabin of a 737. I see now, though, that to fully replicate the 737 experience, I'd need to employ a large man to grab the back of my bed and hit it with his knees.

1 comment:

  1. I'm going to have to ask you to try and be slightly less amusing. I almost laughed out loud at the image of the man in your bedroom hitting your bed and frankly, I can't do that when I sit so close to my boss!