Time

Time passes so quickly it’s tough to keep track.

Years come and go before you know it.

This is the oldest I’ve ever been.

As I age, time becomes more important to me. Time with family, time spent at work, commuting, at the gym…..wherever. Time is becoming tangible, almost a commodity.

In fact, isn’t that how work……works? An employee offers hours of their life performing a task for a monetary sum? If the employee and employer reach an agreement a transaction is completed . 

Pretty basic.

Until the employer changes the deal without notice. Until hours are expected to be sacrificed, or ‘donated’. The employee is expected to donate their skills and tools to benefit a business that is failing, but with no responsibility of the employee.

A call to the labour board would be the end of the employment .

Time.

When will it become apparent to employers time is the greatest thing they could respect for their employees? A fair and planned scheduled work week. A fair weekend or rest period in between scheduled days. 

France has made it illegal for employers to contact workers after hours.

A small step, when will it occur here?

Don’t get me wrong, I am a ‘company’ man.

As long as the company respects my time.

Happiness part deux

This morning, on the bus, I wrote a post about happiness and promptly deleted it by accident..

With the week I’ve had, I’d call it poetic justice.

Since 6:57 this morning I’ve had more time to contemplate. To reflect. 

To apologize.

Turns out apologizing to my lady for bickering made me feel better than anything. 

See, Kim’s an incredible person who deserves the best in life. I do my best to provide for her and the kids. 

But.

But, it’s the selfishness of my alcohol addiction that hurts her. Hurts us.

What is happy? 

Happy is the moments we laugh together. Shop together. Hell, go to Walmart together.

Happy is real life.

Happy is sobriety.

Unhappy is the chaos. The chaos I create. The chaos, for whatever reason, I create every time.

Every time I open a bottle.

I’ve said it before, but feel it stronger than ever before.

I’m done with booze. Done with chaos.

Done with hurting.

Hurting others, hurting me.

I’d like to be happy.

I choose to be happy.

I’ll make Kim happy, all I need to do is figure out how to make me happy.

I will.

My word.