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Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.


The sky as seen through the trees down in Salamanca last Thursday.

Have you even had one of those mornings that kicks you in the face about, oh, a dozen times reminding you just how much it is that you hate about your job.

Fair enough your face dulls to the kicks over the week, but by christ they hurt on a Monday morning!

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Babzy.B said…
Beautiful sky :)
22 June 2009 at 08:59
Whoistin-tinandsnowy? said…
Hi! Kris,
What a beautiful photograph!...everything about that photograph is perfect!
I'am raising my hand slowly, but may I borrow this quote too?

Before you can answer I'am out the door with it!...Zoom, Zoom, Zoooom!

Take care!
DeeDee
22 June 2009 at 13:42
Priyanka Khot said…
i like the quote, love the photo and completely agree with the Monday sentiment. The tag about you understanding why people take weapons to the office to kill everyone also gets my vote. Especially today. When... well... lets just hope no one catches me.
22 June 2009 at 15:52
Roddy said…
Frustration. You are the only one hearing what you are saying, and after a while you wonder if you can actually continue talking to people you know to be fools. Eventually you either walk away or just give up. They win! I refuse to have a breakdown because of idiots.
22 June 2009 at 18:35
G. B. Miller said…
Most definitely. Actually experiencing a month of being kicked in the face at work.

Beautiful pic of the sky and trees.
23 June 2009 at 09:35
yamini said…
Hi Kris,
I didnt go to office yesterday, was down with fever. And believe me, this post seems to have been written keeping my state of mind in mind.
I have begun to hate my job even more in the past few months, really!!! And it is not only because of the fever that I have.
So much so that I detest entering the office building :-(
Isn't there an option for the tortured souls like ourselves???? Plz let me know if u think of something..
23 June 2009 at 15:14
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, it did draw my eye!
24 June 2009 at 09:11
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, I borrowed the quote myself, so feel free!
24 June 2009 at 09:12
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, that tag applies for most days at the moment!
24 June 2009 at 09:12
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, all I do is get on.
24 June 2009 at 09:22
Kris McCracken said…
G, it is one of those years.
24 June 2009 at 09:22
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I cannot blame you for that!
24 June 2009 at 09:23
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