It's Tuesday, which means that the sun must have come up again, and people got out of bed, and there was a lot of coffee made, which they drank some of and let the rest rot in the percolator, and they got dressed and got into their cars and drove to work. All that and it's still only Tuesday.
I'm one of them, of course. Sitting at a desk with a pile in the "to do" box and not very much at all in the "did" box, just enough to keep the fuckers off my back for a little while. I'm pounding on a keyboard, and I'm not doing this for fun. If I wanted fun, I'd be having a picnic. Maybe throwing a ball with my son. Or lying half-naked in the middle of the road getting rained on, except it never rains anymore because Mother Nature's a dried up sterile carcass with no fight left in her, at least 'round these parts.
Well, today something sucked out what I was going to say and left me with the need to say it. Something about the rain that I didn't say already, something about people scurrying for cover when they're faced with bad weather. Maybe. Then again, it could just be this undercurrent of restless bewilderment that's been plaguing me for the past week or so. I swear to fuck, the last seven days have all been Tuesday.
Walls seem a little more solid on Tuesdays, have you noticed? People's faces are extra elastic, too. In some offices, they bring in donuts and bagels on Tuesdays. It's because people might start to question the logic of the work-week after coping with Monday, and then coming back to do it all over again, on purpose. For some reason, snacks shut people up.
I guess all I'm really saying is I fucking hate Tuesdays.
Let me be the first to say I strongly object to this asshole dropping this foul pile of cube-dwelling emo-monkey turd, especially in this part of the forum.
Personally, I hate Mondays, Wednesdays And Thursdays. Especially Wednesday.
Tuesdays are my "legitimately drinking in the afternoon and making phone calls to try and find some weed" days.
I legitimately drink pretty much every afternoon. Tuesdays just annoy me more than they have a right to for some reason.
By legit, Let me substitute "some one else pays for it, and don't give me no Bob damn grief". In fact, I just got got back from my weekly ritual, and I am indeed drunk. No weed though. That is the way the cookie..... Fuck the cliche, more posts to read.
Sorry to hear you hate my 'sabbath' though...
You know whats great about not being employed? Every fucking day is the weekend.
:lulz:
You know what sucks about not being employed?
Nothing. Cept somedays you wonder how you can score your next hit of chemicals that doesn't require blowing a dog on the street.
Quote from: Lysergic on April 04, 2007, 02:57:10 PM
You know whats great about not being employed? Every fucking day is the weekend.
:lulz:
You know what sucks about not being employed?
Nothing. Cept somedays you wonder how you can score your next hit of chemicals that doesn't require blowing a dog on the street.
Sums it up for me.
i only work for one day a week. even that is too much for me
I sometimes volunteer to do extra shifts.
I wish they would give me extra shifts
that would be sweat