My new job

Kurt Vonnegut's words always seem to open up the right side of my brain. I like that. I like him. I'd like to think he would like me if we ever met. Unfortunately he died; slipped on a patch of ice, so it goes. We were neighbors you know...kinda. He grew up at 4365 North Illinois Street in Indianaplis, IN. I lived at 818 W. 43rd St in Indianapolis, IN. According to Google Maps, it's only a 17 minute walk away (much quicker by car, or course). I forgot his address at first , but I knew where I could find it. I bookmarked it. He mentioned it in his New York Times Bestseller, Timequake. I don't remember what it was about, because it was the first book I've ever read by him. I bet it was about time or tiki torches on Tunisia. I'll reread it soon enough; I'm reading/rereading the books he wrote from start to finish. Only time will tell, I suppose. Interestingly enough, the bookmark I used was the ticket I purchased for the Boston Duck Tours. That was a marvelous day.

Back to my original point, Kurt Vonnegut's words always seem to open up the right side of my brain. After absorbing his genius, I feel a sense of wit come on. It comes on in a way transferable to paper, or in this case a computer monitor. I had a brief thought come through my head, maybe only a sentence or two long. Instead I started typing and the above vomited out of my fingertips like New Year's Eve party gone incredibly right. I will now postface (that's the opposite of preface, right?) this line with my original thought before I get too carried away (like Sean Astin).

"I like work. I like the people I work with at the hospital. I especially like the custodial engineers (the politically correct term for janitor). They rush over and proclaim that I should take the elevator (even though I'm only going two floors up to my office on the 5th floor...pretty posh, eh?), because he just mopped the stairwell. Those custodial engineers, they really save your ass."

It just ain't a good story unless there's a good pun involved!

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