working on weekends

[Reads with Scotch]

Knowing that everyone else (in my mind) is having a great time. Out with their friends, drinking, eating donuts, catching the latest movie. Yet here I sit, in purgatory. Wondering what sins I have committed to earn such a fate.
To top it off the office troll is in a particularly good mood today, which makes me hate her even more… I need to find something to hurt her with, I need to hurt her.

Now where is that elevator shaft?

[Amanda]

Blech... Me too! I am sitting in my office right now HATING life. Because not only is it Saturday, but on this particular Saturday, my boss has decided to move into an office closer to my cubicle--it's a bigger office so naturally he deserves it. And now he's complaining about he hates the tsetse flies that come in on these cheap plants we have sitting around.

Seriously, the volume on my headphones can only be turned up so high--eventually the ignorant, yuppie bitching is going to overpower these sacred muffs. BASTARDS!

Let's take 'em out, Nick.

[Howard]

You're not alone. At home, working. Out the window it's spring. Birds chirp and NYU students frolic. In here, I attempt to channel my resentment into productivity.

[Reads with Scotch]

I'm with you. We could probably hook up with a few more disgruntled slaves, and incite a real revolt. Viva Weekend workers!


“Having a good Saturday citizen?”
“Screw you schweinshizza!"


By the way... I am getting so much accomplished!

[Amanda]

I'm staging my own mini-revolt at the moment. Still 10 hours shy of this week's required number of hours, but I'm going home.

Thanks for the inspiration, gentlemen...

Freedom, here I come!!!!!!!!

[Reads with Scotch]

Eh, Howard writing is simple... just sit in front of your computer, have a shot or two... and bleed. Then your job is done. You make a decent paycheck, your body replenishes the lost life blood and you do it again...

[Reads with Scotch]

Run Amanda! Don't look back, nomatter what you hear just keep running.

[Howard]

You know, that's what they told me when I applied for the job. But "decent paycheck" doesn't begin to cover it. They didn't mention how taxing it would be to manage my fabulous wealth.

In fact, I set aside today just to alphabetize my yacht catalogues.

[shellyindallas]

At least you folks have a job.
I'm in a transitional (read lazy) period from college to work. I graduated in December and still don't know what to do.
I worked in restaurants, bars, and retail establishments prior to (and during) going back to school.
I thought I'd like work better if I found a "real" job, but now I realize I hate the hours.
Who the hell wants to be off work the same time as the rest of the world? You have to sit in traffic, and every place you go is crowded: restaurants, movies, bars, parks...All of it!

[Reads with Scotch]

I was just pulling your whiskers. My wife has been working feverishly for years to muscle her way into the writer market. I know (second hand) how taxing it can be. I support her 100% dreams are important.

[Howard]

I knew you were joking. I was joking back.

It's true about the off-hours. Whenever I have to travel somewhere during rush hour, or anything like that, I'm reminded how spoiled I am.

[Reads with Scotch]

I moved away to alaska. I couldn't take it. One more day of rush hour, and I would have been on the news.

[Howard]

Profoundly jealous. I'm no doubt romanticizing, but Alaska seems very appealing.

[Reads with Scotch]

For the most part it is. But I will admit, come February, after 2 1/2 months an almost complete darkness, you start to get a sense of impending doom. The only cure seems to be a weekend in Vegas.