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Day in, Day out co-written by ericcoliu

Waking up, helping my children and husband get ready for their day, breakfast, riding the TTC to my workplace near downtown Toronto, three hours in the office, lunch and gossip with my co-workers, only another five hours of work (if lucky), riding the TTC home, dinner, doing domestic chores and fighting (oh, no; the correct word is negotiating) with the children, joining my husband to watch TV, sleep (sorry! I forget one thing here: fulfilling the marital obligation if I still have the energy or the desire). Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday follow the same rhythm (remove office work-related activities from the daily schedule on weekends and holidays).

Are there any significant differences between a workday and a day off? One gets up in the morning, goes to work during the day, comes back home and takes a rest after work. One day follows another. It seems no way to escape from the hours and the days. Neither from tomorrow nor from yesterday. But what if one day when I’m just too damned tired of this routine, the “why” of it all arises in my mind?
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

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Day in, Day out co-written by ericcoliu

Waking up, helping my children and husband get ready for their day, breakfast, riding the TTC to my workplace near downtown Toronto, three hours in the office, lunch and gossip with my co-workers, only another five hours of work (if lucky), riding the TTC home, dinner, doing domestic chores and fighting (oh, no; the correct word is negotiating) with the children, joining my husband to watch TV, sleep (sorry! I forget one thing here: fulfilling the marital obligation if I still have the energy or the desire). Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday follow the same rhythm (remove office work-related activities from the daily schedule on weekends and holidays).

Are there any significant differences between a workday and a day off? One gets up in the morning, goes to work during the day, comes back home and takes a rest after work. One day follows another. It seems no way to escape from the hours and the days. Neither from tomorrow nor from yesterday. But what if one day when I’m just too damned tired of this routine, the “why” of it all arises in my mind?
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

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I've expanded my piece and renamed it to Day in, Day out.
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

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I've expanded my piece and renamed it to Day in, Day out.
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

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