The only real downside to having a day off that I can see, is having to come back on Monday. I mean the whole week it’s the same old bollocks. Wake up at 5:30, S,S&S, breakfast at 6:00, make lunch sandwiches at 6:15, morning meeting at 6:30, start work at 7:00. I swear to you by Friday or Saturday you are well in the routine and it is just another start to just another day.
Then the bastards throw in a day off. One of these pesky events where we have sweet F-All to do all day cos we are not allowed out. So the day is usually spent just hanging around in bed and eating the 3 square meals. Food becomes an outing.
And all this excitement does is screw up the start to the week cos suddenly after 1 sleep in, your body adapts to it and wants more of it! Monday through Thursday is again a pain in the ass to wake up.
Saturday night however was quite a laugh. It started at 6:00pm sharp with a few bottles of cheap ass red wine, then rapidly switched to beer when the wine was all done. You can’t really be too fussy out here. The party moved indoors when it was time to eat and that’s kinda where it stayed. When I say party I mean the 3 of us that stayed drinking beer until some ungodly hour. I have no idea when it was that we called it a night but I do know there was something close to Hurricane Hilda blowing outside. It was awesome. Wind was pumping and sheet rain screaming through the camp sideways. I love a good storm.
Yesterday was spent nursing a sore head and feeling sorry for myself. I watched a few movies and slept a lot. That’s where it gets you though. Monday mornings are suddenly murder. No hangover, no exhaustion, no over exertion, no excuse, but still no will to get out of bed.
I say we just cancel weekends. I know I know… Hoox for president!
4 weekends left. 4 little Sundays. 4 pesky Mondays.
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