I love having days off of work because I get to do absolutely nothing. It doesn’t mean I don’t have anything to do… I just do nothing.
I wake up in the morning with a list in my mind and by mid day, I’m like pfft, to hell with doing that, that, that or that. A part of me feels justified in being a lazy ass, but then I feel guilty because the pile of laundry is talking to me… whispering my name, telling me to just get up and load the washer. Of course I kindly decline and keep on watching Maury. It’s so rare that I get to find out if the 17th guy getting tested is actually the father.
That’s not a really good excuse though because I own a DVR… I have the ability to pause all my programming, but see, tonight I used that pause option. I was cooking dinner, and needed to check on my rice, so I used that little button. I went and stirred the rice, started the chicken, went back to my office, sat down and got comfy. Right as I went to hit PLAY, my cat jumps up on the damn cabinet, hits the tiny itty bitty button, the channel changes and just that quickly, everything I paused for was gone. See? That’s why pausing is bad.
Tomorrow I go back to work, dealing with rich people who feel entitled. It amazes me how much I love my job, but hate it at the same time. My parents have money… and I don’t think I have ever seen them act like these Texan’s do. I’ve been called all kinds of names, told I was useless, cursed at, you name it. All because I can’t get their box to their destination for less than 2 dollars. I really love their reactions to the price of stamps. It’s like, damn dude, you are driving a HUMMER and you are yelling at me because a book of stamps costs $8.20? Give me a break.
So, on that note I’m off to do more of nothing. I think writing this post is the hardest thing I have done all day.
2 Responses for "Day Off."
LOL. What awful luck with your cat, haha. That sucks.
I love having days off myself, but I like to clean, most times, on those days. I just like organizing, so my next few days off, I will be cleaning house and getting rid of stuff.
That’s how rich people keep their money. They complain about a 41 cent stamp while driving in their Hummmer looking down on everyone. You gotta love ‘em!
You love your job? Huh. I have to get out of mine soon. My boss is great, but sometimes I just want to rip my head off to make it stop. I run out of there like a cartoon character busting through a wall. Oh well, have a good day, I should get up and try to be on time for once this week. It’s Thursday.
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