A once-lost-now-found friend emailed me a story about an unemployed man who was turned down for a minimum wage janitor's position because he didn't have an email address. He had made a great success of his life in spite of this setback and still did not have an email address.

I frequently find myself sweeping the floors at work (much to the consternation of my management), because I find it needs to be done. Nowhere in my contract am I required to do so. I chose to do so as it is necessary.

Each time I take this action (tonight is the latest), I find my mantra to be, "I am the highest paid janitor in this company."

I was unemployed before my current employer called me back from the abyss to offer me my position (certainly not a janitor).

I have blamed music for my lot in life. As this is how someone I have hurt has explained it to me. I now know there can be no such thing as blame. There is in-action and such consequence as will follow.

I have had an email address for 13 years. And yet, I find myself daydreaming about grapes and music.

The most satisfying work is yet to come, and it will not involve working "the man" (as great a company as mine is).

Don't observe life - experience, then live it.