Dealing Friday

If you reside in the United States, legally or illegally, you must agree that Fridays are the happiest day of the week.

Whether you are employed or not, enslaved or indentured, everyone is ridiculous over Fridays. It is a geyser of happiness, starting with the mailroom and making it’s way rapidly through the pool of admin assistants, making its way to mid to senior management that remembers to bring donuts. Nothing like the trickle down sadness of Mondays. No.

Fridays are still happy for those no longer employed. More than nostalgia about Fridays at the office, there is a new purpose and definition to the day: you don’t have to worry about finding a job or an excuse for not having one for a few days.

People in general move at a different pace, smile at each other, talk to each other. There is harmony in the most mundane places: the supermarket, the car repair shop, Dunkin’ Donuts.

It is either that or everyone is smoking medical marijuana.

Out of range

I never know how to answer. I feel as if I sell myself short. But it is a funny time. And by funny I don’t mean Ha Ha.

I’m referring to the dreaded salary question. I never know how to answer. Sure, I’ve had the urge to ask for six hundred thousand million dollars in the hopes that they would talk me down to four hundred thousand million trillion, but that is too risky and so not me.

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Beach bums

A beautiful morning in Miami can only mean that it is an even more beautiful day in Miami Beach. I decided to cash in on my grandmother’s open invitation for a morning swim and lunch.

My grandmother has lived on Miami Beach for twenty years. And I had the wonderful opportunity to spend endless weekends, holidays and every random and odd occasion of my childhood/adolescence in this condo.

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