Suits.

I work for the work days when productivity and happiness go hand in hand. The days when I'm reminded that I love what I am doing and that that is way better than receiving substanial pay. Money has time to sort itself out.

Every once in awhile I go downstairs at lunchtime to get a sweet tea and some baked lays. The bald-headed, bearded man typically takes my order. Last week, I was short 30 cents. He let me pay with what I had. Today, when I went downstairs, I fell into a sea of suits. Blue suits. Black Suits. Jacketless Suits. Red ties. Green Ties. Striped Ties. All men, all in suits. From his boat, the bald-headed bearded man threw his life-preserver into the sea and rescued me. He didn't just rescue me - because that in itself would not be a major accomplishment, considering I was a skirt-wearing girl- but actually knew who he was rescuing. He's finally caught on to my routine existence in his eatery. It kind of made me happy.

I was also reminded that I still don't understand what this "real world" is that we have been told to work towards since our youth. This so called "real world" that is supposed to bring us all the happiness and contentment we could want. This "real world" that the suits seem a part of. Because all I saw in this "real world" were mopey, tired faces on what seemed like a lot of overweight bodies. And if this "real world" is supposed to give us happiness and contentment, well...I just didn't see any. Except for brief moments of food-in-mouth. I just don't think I want to be a part of this.

As I left the parking garage this afternoon, I asked the toll man how he was. His response: little lady, each day gets better and better. As I drove off I couldn't help but think, "you're right old sir. you're absolutely right."

By the winding stream we shall lie and dream
We'll make dreams come true if we want them to
Yes all will come play the pipes and drum
Sing a happy song and we'll sing along
Everyone Everyone Everyone Everyone...