I got nothin’ tonight. Rough day at work and I am tapped.
4 thoughts on “Mondays Suck”
I feel for you jeffi, having to slave away to make a living. For many years I woke at 5:15 AM hit the NJ Turnpike at 6:15 AM for a 48 mile (thrilling) commute to my work place. Summer, Fall, Winter & Spring. Then at 5:00 PM it was off to return 48 miles. Depending on the weather and traffic conditions it could take anywhere from 1 to 5 hours.
However, the weekends were different. Friday after a long day my #1 honey (Grace/divorced) would come over and after a few glasses of wine we’d hit the sack and F**k all night long.
Then. I’d diplomatically have her head back home. About noon my #2 honey (Carita/married) would phone and tell me she had the afternoon free. I said: OK see ya at 2:00 PM knowing this 30+ year old woman was as horney as a Catholic school girl with an itch that she couldn’r scratch. Lucky for me her hubby wasn’t tapping her and didn’t give a hoot who was. WOW, she had legs that went all the way to her ass. Then about 5:00 PM she’d head home to make supper for her 2 kids and I’d call honey #3 (Barbara/Long divorced with a great settlement $$$$) and ask her to go for dinner. This red-headed beauty always said yes and I knew after a fine meal we’d would end up in her sack and stay there till late Sunday. Then I’d head home and sleep for 12 hours till 5:15 AM Monday and face another horrible week of commuting and dealing with moron customers.
Yup, working sucked.
Now I’m retired and at 71 I wake up at 7:00 AM 7 days a week, take the 8th pee of the night eat my bran-flakes, tune into the daily game and reality shows. A frozen meal + 3 glasses of red wine at 6:00 PM while watching the news and it’s into bed (alone) at 7:30 PM after taking my 3 blood pressure pills, a Lipitor pill, and a Valium pill to help me snooze. My dick hasn’t risen in 6 years, my skin looks like alligator hide, my teeth are yellow and I count the days till my Social Security lands in my checking account before I run out of Stouffers frozen macaroni & cheese and Carlo Rossi Burgundy.
Cheer up jeffi, retirement is just around the corner. You’re gonna love it. 🙂
Toejam – Talk about burning the candle at both ends. I was just tuckered out, my commute to work is two minutes. I golf on Wednesdays at 3:00, Fridays at 11:00, and of course Sundays in the a.m. I generally put in about 36/38 hours at work. So I don’t have it that rough.
That being said, after my divorce I was living your weekends almost every night. Partying, enjoying women with low moral standards, and drinking way to much. Damn near killed me. I was paying a large chunk in child support so I had to work 40 hours at my regular job, and bar tend three nights a week to keep my wild ways funded. Glad those days are over, because I don’t know that I could survive much longer running like I was.
I am in my early fifties re-married and enjoying the quiet life. After hearing about your nighttime routine, I am in no hurry.
Toejam – Giving up golf is not an option, if anything I need to play more. The hobby you speak of would be fine except for that pesky secret service bunch.
4 thoughts on “Mondays Suck”
I feel for you jeffi, having to slave away to make a living. For many years I woke at 5:15 AM hit the NJ Turnpike at 6:15 AM for a 48 mile (thrilling) commute to my work place. Summer, Fall, Winter & Spring. Then at 5:00 PM it was off to return 48 miles. Depending on the weather and traffic conditions it could take anywhere from 1 to 5 hours.
However, the weekends were different. Friday after a long day my #1 honey (Grace/divorced) would come over and after a few glasses of wine we’d hit the sack and F**k all night long.
Then. I’d diplomatically have her head back home. About noon my #2 honey (Carita/married) would phone and tell me she had the afternoon free. I said: OK see ya at 2:00 PM knowing this 30+ year old woman was as horney as a Catholic school girl with an itch that she couldn’r scratch. Lucky for me her hubby wasn’t tapping her and didn’t give a hoot who was. WOW, she had legs that went all the way to her ass. Then about 5:00 PM she’d head home to make supper for her 2 kids and I’d call honey #3 (Barbara/Long divorced with a great settlement $$$$) and ask her to go for dinner. This red-headed beauty always said yes and I knew after a fine meal we’d would end up in her sack and stay there till late Sunday. Then I’d head home and sleep for 12 hours till 5:15 AM Monday and face another horrible week of commuting and dealing with moron customers.
Yup, working sucked.
Now I’m retired and at 71 I wake up at 7:00 AM 7 days a week, take the 8th pee of the night eat my bran-flakes, tune into the daily game and reality shows. A frozen meal + 3 glasses of red wine at 6:00 PM while watching the news and it’s into bed (alone) at 7:30 PM after taking my 3 blood pressure pills, a Lipitor pill, and a Valium pill to help me snooze. My dick hasn’t risen in 6 years, my skin looks like alligator hide, my teeth are yellow and I count the days till my Social Security lands in my checking account before I run out of Stouffers frozen macaroni & cheese and Carlo Rossi Burgundy.
Cheer up jeffi, retirement is just around the corner. You’re gonna love it. 🙂
Toejam – Talk about burning the candle at both ends. I was just tuckered out, my commute to work is two minutes. I golf on Wednesdays at 3:00, Fridays at 11:00, and of course Sundays in the a.m. I generally put in about 36/38 hours at work. So I don’t have it that rough.
That being said, after my divorce I was living your weekends almost every night. Partying, enjoying women with low moral standards, and drinking way to much. Damn near killed me. I was paying a large chunk in child support so I had to work 40 hours at my regular job, and bar tend three nights a week to keep my wild ways funded. Glad those days are over, because I don’t know that I could survive much longer running like I was.
I am in my early fifties re-married and enjoying the quiet life. After hearing about your nighttime routine, I am in no hurry.
Secret: Give up golf.
Get a good hobby like counterfiting $100 bills.
Toejam – Giving up golf is not an option, if anything I need to play more. The hobby you speak of would be fine except for that pesky secret service bunch.