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My Own Reward

Posted on 06/01/2009 by chick

I’ve never believed that tripe about virtue being its own reward. To me, one of the saddest things about this world is that if you don’t get things done, eventually someone will come along and tell you what a lazy … Continue reading →

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Let’s Have Fun

Posted on 09/20/2008 by chick

Without going into too much detail about my job, which I refuse to do here, I will tell you that I often deal with bits and pieces of text. Some of those pieces, specifically those that spell (or nearly spell) … Continue reading →

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Fear Factor

Posted on 05/10/2008 by chick

Things I don’t do because I’m afraid… Ride rollercoasters Donate blood Quit my job Are these things worth the effort of overcoming my fear?

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We Must Be Crazy

Posted on 04/07/2008 by chick

Today I cooked and ate breakfast, worked for almost 8 hours, prepared and ate lunch, cooked and ate dinner, washed dishes, took a brief walk, and blogged. For me, this was a full day and it felt like I accomplished … Continue reading →

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Christmas Wish

Posted on 12/14/2007 by chick

My future father-in-law came over a couple of weeks ago to help move our new sofa into the house. I was sitting at my desk when Faithful Reader brought him through my office. Faithful Reader explained that I was working … Continue reading →

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Crazy Coworkers

Posted on 11/02/2007 by chick

Yesterday I drove to CT for our annual departmental luncheon. I went both because I felt obligated and because I think that telecommuters need to spend time with their coworkers once in a while. The sad thing is, half of … Continue reading →

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A Lesson in Gratitude

Posted on 07/26/2007 by chick

If there’s anyone in the world who should be thankful, it is I. How could anyone with a life as comfortable as mine ever be unhappy? I dunno. It must be a case of ingratitude. So, until I start feeling … Continue reading →

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