Did you get the title, it’s like that Chuck Berry song, or the phrase. What is it? Johnny late fella or something. Hah right. Hack attack!!!
Anyway, I’m going to tell you a story about a creature who is always on time. He’s a friend of mine. And works the occasional job because he can’t get one with any proper routine. Why? Well I think they say he’s a little soft in his head, but believe me, his head is plenty solid and firm, and good at stuff. Anyway, with these shifts he always shows up a couple hours early and just waits around until go time. He sits in his car like a champion waiter. Just about every week he will do this.
That’s me you say.
Ah you got me. I guess. I forgot I already told you that I didn’t have any friends and about me being Mr serious worker. I am Mr B. Punctual, but there are reasons.
I have to be on time, every time, all the time. Early even. It’s because people tolerate me. They are looking for any reason to hate this player of the games. Because I can suck petrol fumes otherwise. If I am not elevating my level to above average, then it is better to just get an average dude off the street who may be interesting.
What you wait for hours, what do you do?
What do you think? Eat. And write things like this blog post. Who says I don’t know how to manage my time proper? Oh, you say that. Alright.
What should I be doing instead then Mr genius blog viewer critic man/woman/other/sentient animal/computer program?
Instead of writing garbage like this why don’t I try some editing?
Should I stop wasting all these hours and show up when everyone is ready to party? Probably, but if I do that I’m gonna have to deprive you of posts like these.
Thanks for reading and good luck with everything.