Karōshi Blues

Always industrious, Atsushi, a young man, never for a moment felt relaxed unless he was busy working on something, whether it be busy working at his occupation — a quintessential salaryman, if there ever was one — or, when in the few slim hours he wasn’t at work, when he wasn’t working his countless overtime hours, pro bono no “officium” hours, when after his boss finally tells him in that head-tilting circumspect way of his that he really should try to stop working so hard and consider taking some time off to go home and relax a bit, when he was off-duty (so to speak), he was busy cleaning his small but tidy apartment — an apartment that rarely ever really needed cleaning since he was always cleaning it during those few slim hours he wasn’t at work, just as he was always fixing things when they weren’t really in need of repair (it may be safe to say that he was more a tinkerer, maintainerer, than he was a fixerer, repairerer, since, even though something may have already been in good repair, he had to find some fault with it for he was always in need of something which to keep his hands busy with) — and when he could not find even one more speck of dirt in his apartment to clean or one more misaligned clock gear or new computer application to tinker with (he considered himself somewhat of a lay software developer), then he would busy himself making lists of things he needed to do — it may be a bit of a stretch to say that he needed to do these things he listed since he was always on top of things, always up on his shopping or his paying of the bills or his dental or medical needs — but still he listed them as things that needed being done at some point in the future, trying the best as he may to project out when exactly they would be needing done, along with steps, procedural requirements, applicable phone numbers, website addresses, et cetera, footnoted in detail, or, perhaps, outlined even, as required and as he deemed, all the while constantly thinking, wishing even, that he wouldn’t have to waste his time with such menial things like cleaning and repairing (come to think of it, he really did not like the word tinkering, with all its meandering and non-constructive connotations) and lists when he could be back at work, working.

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About Kurt Brindley

He is tall but he hopes to accomplish more in life than just that...
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2 Responses to Karōshi Blues

  1. sanseilife says:

    In some ways sounds like my brother! He is mentally healthy but he loves his lists!

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