replacement
Kirby and i slept in, the alarm didn't go off.
On our walk, we saw a hawk staying put above a roofed terrace. Later, we played soccer. The wind was so strong, it seemed like it was playing with Kirby.
We watched way too much playthrough videos of Lego superhero games.
I cooked, nothing fancy, made tomato sauce with vegetables and noodles.
The Wife had a team building exercise. She enjoyed it, i got tense by listening to how they got a list of tasks to accomplish, therefore ruining a very good sounding experience.
I'm scared of going back to work. I miss it, but already i got a lot of schedule changes, and i'm frustrated of being this replaceable piece of meat. It's the reality of the profession, and to a certain degree, life … it's not the life i'd like. I want to do something, where i'm treated like the cog in the machine i am, and not just another employee, for whom the robot replacement can't come fast enough.