All About Mick's World

November 30, 2015 5:30 am Coffee greets me as I walk into the kitchen. A good way to start any day, even a day such as this, my last day of work at Mitsubishi. No lunch to pack this time, as I don't anticipate being in the plant past about 10:30. I will need to bring my own pen to use though, we have been told by the company. Seems a little cheap and petty, but I guess I'll play by their rules...for one last time. 6:30 am This is it. The turnstile swinging around, locking noisily behind me. We aren't sure just exactly what will happen today, we just know we will not be spinning the turnstiles tomorrow morning, as we each did some 6,000 times in the past. Rumor has it that we will be told to sit in our respective break areas until called in to the front lobby to sign our acceptance of termination. (My choice of words, not theirs. I just thought it better signified the proper weight of the occasion.) It's a damp dreary morning, perhaps befitting the somber

The Future The future. It’s always ahead of us. Just a moment away, and out of our grasp. We never know exactly what the future will bring us, but we generally have an idea. Tomorrow and the next day, and the next, etc. will follow a pattern mimicking today and yesterday, and the day before, etc. Today the alarm went off entirely too early, just like it did last Monday, and just like it will next Monday. I’ll stumble barefoot to the shower and begin another somewhat predictable day, in the same way as thousands of days before. As I read the book of my life, and I turn the page to the next day and the next, the writing is there, accurately telling me of what much of my day will consist. A few of the details may be erroneous, and as I peer further into the future the page may contain fewer and fewer specific predictions, but still, the continual lifestream goes on in much the same way as in the past. This consistency will come crashing to a halt in just a few days, as I open to