Ever have one of those days when you get to work and the next thing you know it is the afternoon? You wonder where the day went. Why is it that those days can’t happen more often? It never seems to be on a Friday when I want to get out of work. Those drag on and on. They always seem to happen when I have too much to do and not enough hours in the day to get them all done. Some days I can sympathize with coal miners they grind on and on and no matter how much I shovel the pile never gets any smaller. I wish I could spread it all out so every day was even in the amount I need to get done, but I know that will never happen. The work flows downhill, among other things, when my boss gets a request to get something done it isn’t like I will get to sit at my desk and day-dream. Hey I have no hate for work, let’s face it, I have a lot of friends who are out of work right now. I am glad to be gainfully employed and working for an organization that is doing good around the world. It could be much worse, so complaining isn’t what I am going to do. I just thought I would muse about the rate of which work flows. But really who care today, its Friday!