The Death of Mr. Boose

FOUR LINES FOR A WAGE-SLAVING FOOL

No more, I'll gaze upon the towers
Beyond the pane, across the way;
Last week, I laboured eighty hours,
For paltry gain--I've spent my pay!

I think I'll save up for one last grand adventure. Heaven before I die, sort of thing. Only, instead of heaven, Tokyo. Or Firenze. Maybe even Hong Kong. I fancy a change of scene.

It'll take me about a year to save enough money for my adventure, assuming nothing else breaks, and I don't buy any damn videogames. (Broken things, since January: one television, one PS2; also, a digital camera, a desktop computer, a laptop, and a microwave. Videogames bought: dear God, too many! Haven't even played half of 'em.)

This evening, I weigh ninety pounds, and have lots of energy. I had lost a bit of weight, what with the new job, and all, but I'm quickly becoming used to the extra work. Next month, I'm getting a new position, some new responsibilities, and a small wage increase. Look at me go. Ha! Brilliant.