Skiving

I have taken a day off work.

Thats right, I am a malingering skiver, I know.

It begin with my fateful tumble down the steps this morning, wherein I sort of hurt myself but more just lost faith in mankind, hard-work, discipline and other righteous pursuits like that.

I just couldn’t muster the entusiasm, gusto or gumption to recover from that tumble, and the thought of running about that corporate-paperguzzling-hellhole for 7.5 hours today with a kind of tender ankle a more tender constitution was intolerable.

(Basic job description- sort and staple thousands of sheets of paper, hundreds of dead trees passing through my hands daily, trees that could have had more noble deaths, could have given their lives to become books, to enrich and feed minds, instead, expiring to remind people that they need to pay their insurance premiums. I also file endless files, only to remove them again the next day and file them again the day after. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat forever.)

Instead- daytime television beckons. The promise of cleaning the house and taking a long bath thrills me. I feel bad, but good at the same time.

Damned skiver.