Now that's from basically walking for 16 hours in my crappy black leather shoes. My mother bought me some new "better" for my feet shoes that, truth be told--only made things worse. I'm back in my old shoes, but don't worry: I got trained on the Segway (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Segway) over the weekend. Now I have happy(-ier) feet.
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That is so gross...go see a doctor, that giant blister looks infected
Indeed, that is pretty gross.
I think you're getting too macho for your own good.
I mean, you're burning yourself out mentally, spanking your sleep schedule like a dirty girl, and quite possibly doing yourself permanent physical damage.
And the WORST part is that you're working so hard, you can't look for something better.
I'd also counsel you to avoid working 90 hours a week once Leah starts poppin' out the rugrats.
You'd have about 3 and a half hours per day to do anything other than work and sleep, assuming you got the recommended 8 hours. That covers showering, eating, commuting... and pretty much nothing else.
They'll need financial security, sure, but they'll also need a dad that they've actually met, rather than 'that guy who sleeps here sometimes'.
Please note that it is from concern that I am speaking, not some wish to see you penniless and forlorn on the streets of Kansas City. You were there when I was feeling suicidal (thanks for the matches, btw), and I can see this desire of yours killing you by degrees.
I want to see a photo of you on the Segway.
I took some pics on my phone's camera...but we have to pay like $5.00 a month extra so we can email our pictures. We're not supposed to take pictures of any of the equipment or buildings (for obvious reasons)...but I know there are some of us who do (Murph, I'm looking at you).
Even if I had one, I'd never post it: they make us wear this bright orange vest and this teeny-weeny helmet (or maybe the helmet is big but my head is bigger).
David-
I think you're right, but I really don't have a choice. I need money, money is the only thing that is important/recognized in this world...and so, for me to get a lot of it--I'm going to have to work. If Leah wants "luxury" items (like kids) I'm going to have to step up and work that much harder. People (like you brother) have no idea how much children cost...I do. People forget that when I was in Junior High I had a new baby sister. I know ALL about kids (and raising them). I have seen what that does to people (and their pocketbook).
Thanks for the concern, I'm sure when I move back home Leah will make me slow down. Plus, I am taking it easy this week and next week.
This week is my birthday (on Saturday) and next week I need both my days off because me and my mom are going to see The Police out at the ScottTrade Center (which, by the way, those tickets were purchased with Uni-Guard Blood Money).
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They'll need financial security, sure, but they'll also need a dad that they've actually met, rather than 'that guy who sleeps here sometimes'.
I agree with him totally. He and I both speak from personal experience.. Our dad was always working (he worked nights and slept during the day.) It hurt my relationship with him I think. I worry about you working so hard.
I appreciate the concern, I really do--but what do any of you guys know about hard work? I work hard all the time, and no one gives a damn. Maybe part of the problem is that I'm working too hard...but maybe another part of the problem is you all feel guilty because you know you could be doing more.
When you have only yourself to depend on--you do what has to be done. I'm going to be 24 on Saturday...and I'm going to see to it that my parents never have to take care of me again. 23 years is long enough, it's time to be a man now and stand on my own two feet.
good luck standing on those two feet.
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