Top 10 reasons why working on the weekend sux

Doing this David Letterman Style cuz I can.

10. The only other people awake on your way to work are construction workers and
paperboys

9. The construction workers are making WAY more $$ than you for being up that early

8. Tim Horton’s is still mad busy and it still takes 10 mins to get a freakin’ coffee

7. Said Tim Horton’s coffee isn’t the freshest you’ve had and that pisses you off

6. Being pissed off reminds you of the headache you had when you woke up

5. You had a headache when you woke up

4. The hot guy you work with has the weekend off that you’re actually there (its like the
cosmos hates me…)

3. Cafeteria’s closed on weekends. A pox on the lunch lady and her house.

2. Saturday morning cartoons SUCK @ss now! The one perk to working at the cable company and it’s not even worth it to turn on the tube.

And the number ONE reason it totally blows to work on the weekend…

1. I CAN’T SURF THE INTERNET AND CHAT WITH MY FRIENDS!!!!


The pluses for today are that at least I’m working A.M. so I’ll be out of here before dusk. But more importantly, somewhere in the tiny wonderful world of California, there is going to be benjelle goodness happening. I know its not much, just a radio interview that I’ll likely never hear, but the point is, they’ll get to spend some time together.

My vision is that they’ll make a day of it. Grab a late breakfast (cuz as usual, B seems to have maybe went to sleep like an hour ago?), maybe just hang out around the radio station just enjoying each others’ ness, then hit the interview (and maybe be a bit snuggly since its radio and no one can see except the DJ who’s secretly a shipper and therefore won’t rat them out to Mr. Right Now), then decide they may as well grab lunner (lunch+dinner=lunner…shut up, it works) together and then go somewhere (I can’t suggest anything cuz I have absolutely no knowledge of places to go in Cali) and just chill and enjoy each others company. (That would be code for B using alone time with Donny to make her see how perfect they are for each other and not to be afraid to leap into the unknown…ahem).

So ya, that l’il dream sequence, as unlikely as it is to happen, makes me happy. But not happy enough to get over that I’m at bloody work on a friggin’ Saturday.

~RP (which stands for Really Pissed this morning) Out till later ~