dave k. [on Blogger.com]

The blaring alarm clock went off, interrupting a luminous dream filled with lazy peaceful thoughts. With one spastic jerk I popped out of bed and realized that I only had thirteen minutes until I was supposed to be at work. Of course thoughts raced through my head of how promptness was rarely ever rewarded at my workplace, but that didn't matter; my values are different than those of the them.
Mechanically I readied myself for a long groiling day at the salt mines. I only had thirteens minutes to prepare myself, I didn't want to get halfway through my day just to realize that I had forgotten to grab my keys (I've done that before, not fun in 90 degree weather).
As I leaped out the door I realized that I had neglected breakfast and so I ran back inside and grabbed a Poptart. Although my caring mother would have had definite objections to such a stark meal, I had no time for anything else. As I raced in to my workplace, just on time, I suddenly realized that I was the only one who was racing the clock- in fact, my boss was so laid back that I doubt he would have realized if I was late.
Although I was very tired and not in the mood to be cordial I gave a token “Good Morning, how are you?” to each of my coworkers. Each of them greeted me in the same manner and one politely let me know that I had Poptart on my face.
So, here I am, standing at the front of a McDonalds counter. Commence the 8hr march...