Bartleby! Stop writing limericks and get a job!

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Mark Wright AIA wrote:
> 
> Christ, people, but this sort of shit is infantile. Get a goddamn job!
> 
> Mark

15 minute break. you gotta take it, it's the law. Don't smoke
so......time to reply.....and time and time.....

And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;

works and days: Hesiod's Works and Days, an 8th-century (B.C.)
description of rural life. 

It's not very mature. Is it? But why should we get a job? Or is that a
sixties phrase --"Get a Goddamn job, Son!!"--  (I don't know, my
knowledge of idiomatic english and english grammar being piss poor)?

Get a goddamn job! 

Why? 

Hell, I'd rather get a vacation. Sent my kids on vacation. I guess
that's a vacation for me too. There is something strange about the
postmodern family. I mean, I've been where my daughter is vacationing
(Cali) five times and she's been there three times (in fact she was born
there), but we've never been there together. And my son is off on his
vacation. He's vacationing at his vacation house. I've never been to his
vacation house. Don't expect I'll be invited any day soon. The place is
haunted anyway. His mother's ghost. So, I'm off for the month of August.
I'm volunteering at Hamilton's Prefabricated Postmodern Parrot Factory
in Paterson N.J. After reading Mollie's Job, I just had to get a gig in
Paterson. I could have gone to Greece with friends or to Italy with my
living wife, but I don't like to vacation in Europe anymore. I only like
America now. Besides I'm training for an Ironman and that takes up more
time than I care to admit. These new gadgets are great, you can listen
to music and run or bike, not swim yet. They've got this new watch with
a GPS in it, it tells you how far you have traveled so you don't need a
bike calculator and an ironman watch. It won't read to you. I like to
record my distances and times in my log. Makes me feel like I've gone
someplace other than where I am. And I have. 

Even running on a treadmill or dreaming about Brazil is better than
getting a job. 

"Um, well ... it wasn't anger...."

"Ha! Another one of these Sloth cases, right?"

". . fact, it wasn't even me."

"Never is, slugger -- say, look, it's almost time for lunch. You
wouldn't happen to be a writer, by any chance?"


The Deadly Sins/Sloth  "Nearer, My Couch, to Thee"  By Thomas Pynchon

"Work, which the rest of us, at one time or another, have cursed and
wish'd at an end, is here consider'd Sacred,--and this is only one of
many Wonders...." M&D.481

Hey, have a cigar, son. Triple malt. It's on me. It's the least a
carpenter can do for an architect.