Thinking of a Black and White Milking Cow

It was an interesting and fun night last night.

I was locked in my apartment. I knew that something like that would happen and thankfully I was on the inside instead of outside.

The doorknob just wouldn’t turn. I couldn’t open the door.

I didn’t want to break the lock, which I could have done, but eventually it ended up being broken anyway.

Zack helped me and I am thankful for him.

Bob came and gave me a new door knob, but now I have to have two keys. Not ideal, but hey, whatever.

I am out, I can go on about my life again.

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I’ve been dreaming about work lately. I haven’t had a dream about work in a long time, but it is fitting with everything that is happening with the migration and the little hiccups along the way.

I seriously have been stressed and I’ve been stress eating sugar and drinking a lot.

I’m not good with stress, but I am managing it. It seems like things are going smoother now and that is a good thing.

Hopefully there are no surprises along the way.

I have roughly 100 users left to do and I just need more licenses.

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I read an article this morning about US workers not taking their vacation days, like at all. About 41% of US workers don’t utilize their vacation days and it is eye opening weird that they don’t.

I understand that they are scared about their work and their job and the pile up that they’ll have to sort through when they get back, but man, you need a break.

We all need a break away from work, away from everything to recharge and relax from time to time.

I need to take multiple trips throughout the year just to get away and energize myself. I need a break. If I don’t, stress and just fatigue will eat me up.

I feel so relaxed and rejuvenated after my trips, especially nature trips where I go to nature and hike. It’s amazing.

Just amazing.

Point is, people should take their vacations. It is why they have them.

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What kind of story do I want to tell about this dear black dairy cow?

What do I want to say?

Or should I just write what comes to mind?

There has to be some planning. There has to be some structure.

I know that it’ll be a short story, but what to write about.

I would love to get into more prose, but I don’t know. I definitely need to read more.

I should just write, but I constantly doubt myself.

Just write it dammit. Just right.

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