When Stuck Years Ago In A Job I Hated, My Only Friend Was The Public Bench. As The Tedious Mornings Dragged On, How I Would Long For The Lunch Hour, When I Would Be Able To Escape The Torture Of The Office And Stroll Over To The Churchyard And Into The Comforting Wooden Embrace Of One Of Its Benches.

-Tom Hodgkinson

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When Stuck Years Ago In A Job

Tom Hodgkinson

When Stuck Years Ago In A Job I Hated, My Only Friend Was The Public Bench. As The Tedious Mornings Dragged On, How I Would Long For The Lunch Hour, When I Would Be Able To Escape The Torture Of The Office And Stroll Over To The Churchyard And Into The Comforting Wooden Embrace Of One Of Its Benches.

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Morning

Jobs

Years

I Like The Idea Of Becoming [fairly] Good At Lots Of Things Rather Than Very Good At Just One Thing. So It Would Be Nice To Be Okay At The Guitar Or At The Piano, A Reasonable Cook, Perhaps Able To Fix Your Car Or Do Some Basic Carpentry, And Be Able To Write The Odd Article. Rather Than Being Super Good At One Tiny Thing, To Be Kind Of Average At Lots Of Things. It Might Mean That You Have A More Kind Of Enjoyable, Complete Life.

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Writing