Not a love story-the ballad of eight to four- Lynn Gordon, 1980

I had a job or it had me
I didn't work in a factory
La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la-la
In at at eight and out at four
La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la-la
Pay and perks but not much more
La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la-la


refrain
Waging war on unemployment
Weekdays,eight to four
Wasn't there for my enjoyment
Weekdays, eight to four


Sign in red if you are late
La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la-la
They dock your pay if you hestitate
La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la-la
Pick a little, talk a little, coffee break
La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la-la
Sip a little, gawk a little, goodness sake
La-la-la-la-la-la-lah-la-la

refrain
Waging war on unemployment
Weekdays,eight to four
Wasn't there for my enjoyment
Weekdays, eight to four

Cousin Shirley

My cousin Shirley had her funeral last sunday. Amongst her chief mourners were five caregivers who worked around the clock looking after her. I read that when Queen Elizabeth, the British Monarch, was hospitalized she had only three caregivers.


Cousin Shirley was obscenely rich .

Which reminds me of an old Jewish Proverb.

If the rich could hire the poor to die for them, the poor would make a very nice living.