(To the tune of Fleetwood Mac’s – Landslide)
I took a call, I wrote it down.
Dictate a letter then I wrote it down.
Gave a thorough description for the multi page bills
Got a timesheet and wrote it down.
Well I’ve spent days just billing ‘cause I need a lot of point-twos.
A briefcase holder pushin’ Sisyphus’ boulder
I’m getting old too soon.
– “Timesheet” – Cool Hand Yukes
In another life I was in a band. A nascent passion project of one of my best friends who had the courage to ask me to join him. He was courageous because I did not play an instrument – at the time. He got us a gig before I even knew how to play. I picked up the bass and learned the songs in our set, but that was it. I really couldn’t “play” the thing. And by “the thing,” of course I mean a ukulele bass, because, well, we were an all ukulele band; thus the name. The Cool Hand Yukes. We were a smashing success, but unfortunately there was one thing that kept us from performing much more thereafter: time. That was because for us, time was “of the essence,” and there was scarce little of it to go around. If only we had more time? Indeed, that must be the last question every one of us asks ourselves before we spin off this mortal coil…