All work, no play

Grading done? Comments written? Agenda and materials copied? Briefcase packed and waiting at the door? Check.

Extra sandwich bought? Car has enough gas? Check.

I have to drive 40 miles in 45 minutes between jobs. I drive with sandwich in hand. It's usually a Subway BMT with provolone and lettuce, tomatoes, onion, green pepper and black olives. No sauces or mayo. They might drip in while I drive. Last time that happened was when I was being followed by a State Cop. As I reached down to try to catch a drop of mayo, I drifted near the center line. He pulled me over. No ticket, but, of course, I was late for work.

It's really not too much of a stretch to do two jobs--it just depends on how many nights a week the 2nd job takes. This week, I have to teach/support Mon.-Thurs. That makes Marlan a busy guy. Most weeks it's only 2 nights.

So far, three out of four are done this week. One left. I'm pretty beat.

One of these years, I'll be out of credit card debt. Until then....

I drive.