For just another dollar

Sometimes I think it's odd how things work-out. Yesterday my dad had asked me why I hard worked until 8:15pm, when before I had got back home around 7. I told him that's how long the work took. He asked me if I was trying to milk my employer. Of course, my answer was "no." And I thought to myself, "Why would anyone want to milk their employer by going slow at the job? You're still going to be there the same amount of time."

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While working with wood

Another day has gone, a long one fore me. Today was the longest day yet for my work; nearly eight hours of working with wood, but I stopped a half-hour short. I worked alone after the first 3.5 hours, like I always do. It's nice to be alone and have time to think. The pay isn't bad either. As for what I think about, that varies.

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Little eyes watching me

My pastor had a very sobering thought for his morning message today, and it went something like this: "If you knew that there was going to be someone following you around and wanting to imitate you, would you feel comfortable with them watching you go about your life, listening to your words, and doing the things that you do the most?"

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Introductions

Well, it happend. I got sucked into the world of blogging. And so now I'll probably be blogging here about 20 times a day or so. Not that I mind writing and posting, but I think I should possibly have some other hobbies.

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