Thursday, December 20, 2018
The Professional
My client now is Jack.
Runs egg co-op
EGGSACTITUDE!
Full of old hippie co-op ideas and ideals!
His kids hope to never see another egg!
Wife wants Talk indicating other
directions, professions, Life-Partners
less gung ho etc.
Sometimes he edges towards
solutions with her, sometimes
presenting even worst scenarios.
I counsel him on practicalities. Why not?
Mostly, though, I’m paid to worry.
We meet weekly and go over the
most raging upsets.
Client quite relieved.
“I can breathe knowing you got my
neurotic back!”
Jack not without wit for a serious fellow.
Jack not without wit for a serious fellow.
Labels: earnestness, hippy, marriage, profession, relationships, worry
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
His Teaching Career, Spanned
Wender College
September 4, 1987
Hi, I’m Cindy, but my Mom
calls me Cindy-Lou, which
I prefer.
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September 6, 2017
First, I was born into the Whore Caste,
aka Women...
Labels: college career, feminism, innocence, mores, profession, professor, student, teaching, whore
Saturday, January 04, 2014
All Work etc.
Destinations
Finally achieving physician,
machinist, whatever ace,
but no breathing space
for a fun week at the cove. Rather,
further goals the way the game
runs. Marriage in the echo-
ing cathedral quite desirable
in there somewhere. Love, possibly.
But you, wreck, with your wry little
face, lay down card after card as if
you have forever. Shorting
your own deck.
Labels: ambition, love, marriage, profession, recreation
Sunday, June 02, 2013
Bucking Bronco Riders
When your head hits the ground,
it’s time to let go.
So does every profession
have its clever warning.
Lots of wit goes into
rounding together. Those
intending evil to you
even as we speak
being no dumbbells.
When your head hits the ground,
it’s time to let go.
So does every profession
have its clever warning.
Lots of wit goes into
rounding together. Those
intending evil to you
even as we speak
being no dumbbells.
Labels: guild, organization, profession, solidarity, Union
Monday, March 18, 2013
A Nice Bar
-I’m pulling a double shift. Linky got the flu.
-I’ll go easy on my drinking, Rita.
-As long as you don’t on your tipping. We had teachers in here last night talking about the new pope. He was a Crazy Bird in a Parliament of Fools or some such.
-Just shop talk. If it were machinists, they’d have their own in-language, jokes and puns too.
-More big spenders from the East!
-Bartender slang. You’re not immune.
-Never noticed.
-...they probably said Parliament of Fowls. From Chaucer.
-Yeah! That’s what they said! I thought it was basketball. Do you know everything?
-Let’s just say I’ve been educated far beyond my abilities.
Labels: Cardinal, Chaucer, in-language, Pope, profession, shoptalk
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Professionals
-Welcome to he profession!
-Shaw said each one was a conspiracy, and John Stewart Mill said he never saw a professional discussion that didn’t get around to fleecing the public.
-See that beautiful standalone building we're approaching?
Our headquarters. And once you cross the threshold...
-I understand.
-Rather automatic really.
Labels: profession
