The rested and guilty

If Nature abhors a vacuum; then why doesn't she just sweep?

Are there rehab programs for workaholics? Not that I am a workaholic. I have a day job. I have a part time side job and occasionally take side project work for friends and co-workers. I have multiple volunteer jobs at multiple levels in the cap. What's wrong with that? I am not a workaholic. Stop looking at me like that.

We all start at denial. I can blame genetics or at least poor role models because I come from a family chock-a-block full of workaholics. They are all ate up with it and don't even know it.

I prefer to think of myself as a driven underachiever with a guilt complex. Years of being called lazy by other workaholics puts some unrealistic thoughts into your head.

What would rehab be like? I won't go and you can't make me. I can see some sort of reality t.v. show based on the Workaholic's Rehab center. The people in the rehab would be sneaking into the administrator's offices to use their computers to check e-mail. Maybe they would start servicing the laser printer or file paperwork.

The Doctor would come by and say:

Doc: I hear you were working today.
Me: No, I was relaxing like you told me to.
Doc: Well, the nurse said you filled all of the paper trays in the copier.
Me: That is relaxing for me. That is not work, who calls that work?
Doc: I also heard you bribed a janitor for the keys to the server closet.
Me: I thought it was a media room.
Doc: Then why did you organize and label the patch panel?
Me: Was that wrong?

I used to think that if I made X number of dollars that I could sit back and enjoy life. I was kinda right. It is actually more about debt to income ratio than about salary. We hit a magic debt to income ratio for a few years and things were nice. I stopped working outside of my day job completely but then a cascade of mergers and buyouts happened to me and that all went out the window. The magic ratio is gone and despite our higher salaries we have more expenses than ever..

So.... I work. I should be working now. Never mind it is really late in the PM and I am at home. At least my addiction doesn't kill anyone.

Highlights

I have seen some funny stuff while on a weekend get-a-way.

I saw some sort of lawman wearing a Judge Dread style outfit with chains, knobs, radios, and all manner of what-not. He swaggered as he purchased his miniature sand tarts at the fru-fru coffee shop in Alexandria.

I saw a little kid with a Mohawk. I remember thinking that this is the first step toward a mullet.

In a town called Waterproof I was passed by a car that literally looked like it just left the scene of a crime. It was going about 90mph with no back glass, no seat belts, and three thugs looking like they were high.

I can't forget the corn. This is the most corn laden road I have ever seen. If it were not for the swamps I would have thought I was in Iowa.

I have come up with a motto for the good people that live in the small town of Iowa, Louisiana.
"Iowa, the town so nice no one will correct your mis-pronunciation"

I saw a sign for a dentist who's name is apparently Dr. Booty. The business name is Booty Dental. I don't know Dr. Booty but I have some advice. Our town has a fetish of sorts for pirates and dressing up like pirates. I think Booty Dental should specialize in gold teeth as in a pirate's treasure is called booty.

This post reflects the scatter state of my mind currently. I will try harder to write later.