Human Bondage
What Makes The Crucial Difference In My Kitchen
Unlike in the past, today, we all seem to have little time for anything. Whatever time we do have seem to be pre-assigned to something, as soon as it arrives. Trying to balance home and work responsibilities is quite a skill in itself.
Some people moan about it all. Others take it in their stride. Some people, though as busy as everyone else, seem to have some magic formula to keep them from getting too stressed out. They always seem hectic, yet relaxed at the same time.
My wife says that I’d crack up in work if it weren’t for what she calls my ‘knife block set‘. That set is her godsend in the kitchen. In my case that how she refers to my cell phone. It holds my life. All my appointments and my plans. It’s my contact with everything. I can even write documents with it.
It’s like in my office. The chaos is managed and overall things are strangely efficient. The tools we all use there are themselves the height of efficiency. They do the job exactly as they are supposed to. Like the kitchen knife set back home, my office computer is as sharp as a Harvard graduate. It never gets tired. It never complains and it rarely gets sick. And I treat it like the treasure it is.
The same goes for my office chair. My desk is pretty ordinary. It’s big and, I have to admit, always a bit cluttered. I’m sitting there sometimes for hours and my chair is like my best friend. It seems to massage my back when I’m getting uptight. It welcomes me into its loving arms when I sit back after making an important and stressful sale on the phone.
Apart from those there’s my car. That’s my luxury mobile spa and country club rolled into one. My de-stressing place, where I listen to MY music and MY radio stations. Oh, it also gets me from A to B in style
It’s the equivalent for me of my grandmother’s henckels knife set. Without it she would have found her life a lot less productive and probably a lot more stressful. On the very rare occasion that my laptop was being repaired or upgraded, I felt like a boxer with my hands tied behind my back. Powerless, vulnerable and half naked.