Monday, September 22, 2008

The Cooking's Good, But Maintenance Stinks...

I really need to fire my current maintenance workers (me and me). The cook at my establishment (me) does excellent work, the maid (me) does satisfactory work, and the chauffeur (also me) may have a no-frills approach (bicycle), but I still get to work on time. My personal shopper (me) usually forgets something vital each time, but still manages to keep food on my shelves. Really, though, the maintenance workers! Their lack of motivation is simply appalling!

After the kitchen sink spent all weekend clogged, I finally convinced the plumber (me) to deal with the issue today. The plumber isn't very good at plumbing; she's skilled with clogged shower drains (she can do wonders with a wire coat hanger), but kitchen drains are quite a challenge for her. I have hopes that professional help will not need to be called in. Perhaps I'm too much of an optimist.

The electrician (me) still hasn't changed the bathroom light, even though it died weeks ago. She keeps coming out and looking at the light, muttering, and then deciding to put it off a while longer. One simply cannot get decent help these days! Oh well, at least I employ a reasonably skilled gardener (me).

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"