Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk doing that thing that you do to make that money that you need to stave off the ravages of the modern world (such as having only the basic cable and eating the Helper of the Hamburger).
Yes, you must trade one third of each working day for the monthly notice that some electronic bits representing the medium of exchange known as “dollars” (or “pounds”) have been deposited into your account at the regional mega bank.
It is not like back in the day, when each Friday afternoon your grandfather trooped down to the pay office, lunch bucket in hand, to receive the actual physical monies, the fraction of which he would then spend on the glass of beer and the onion sandwich, shared with his friends on their way home (their reward for the week of hard physical labor).
And now, our labor mostly consists of electronically wrangling with peoples in distant parts of the world over niggling matters punctilious nonsense. We are less likely than our grandfathers to lose our fingers in the machinery of production, but the price we pay is that our Friday afternoon onion sandwiches are less flavorful, and our relationships more attenuated.
How unusual to think that we “know” hundreds of peoples we have never even spoken to on the telephone, much less met in person. It is the situation beyond imagining for our ancestors, to live and work in such majestic comfort and safety, and yet be so distant from others.
Life is joy and sorrow, work and play, doubt and faith, jumbled together in the most vexing and glorious stew. Eat and live!
Here is the Lizard and Mirrored Asymmetrical Sandal from Reed Krakoff, something that should make even the grimmest days more bearable.0