How many times do you have to step on something before you move it? In my case, it was four. When I score essays online, I have a fifteen-minute break in the morning and one in the afternoon, as well as a half-hour lunchbreak. I try hard to maximize my break time, and I've found I can get a lot done -- more than I used to think I could. But sometimes my tasks are left unfinished when my break comes to an end. That was the case today. I was attempting to do a little dinner prep, finish laundry, and clean all my floors when I was able to get away from the computer. The first two didn't make much mess; I have some sheets to fold and towels to put in the dryer; I steamed and refrigerated brown rice to use in a dinner stir-fry. I finished vacuuming the floors, ending in the kitchen, but the timer went off before I could put the vacuum away, so I just yanked the cord out and got back to work.
Don't ask me why I didn't take care of that before I started fixing dinner, but once I started chopping veggies I wasn't about to stop to get the cord out of the floor. At least not until I'd stepped on it four times. At that point, I just threw the cord out of my way -- into the hallway where I stepped on it one more time before wrapping it around the vacuum and putting the whole mess away.
I have other questions, but they are too rhetorical to even bother bringing up. They have to do with this embarrassment of a buffoon and his insane hijinks, and whether anybody else is as sick of it as I am. One question I would pose as not-rhetorical is what it takes to remove a sitting maniac from office. Seriously, isn't any of this enough?
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