….my Thursday.
That’s right people. By the time you read this dispatch, I will be firmly ensconced in the middle of Cubeville doing unspeakable things which I normally don’t perform on a Saturday.
I’ll be working.
The common phrase uttered around the office on a Friday usually involves the ever so optimistic phrases such as “Well at least it’s Friday” or “Have a good weekend”.
It’s hard to participate in such banter on a Friday when you know you’ll darken the door with your access badge the next day.
Yeah, yeah, I know. In today’s depressed economy where the unemployment numbers continue to be ugly enough to wear a paper bag, I should feel happy and blessed to have a job at all, let alone one that allows me to keep banker’s hours.
At the same time, complacency makes a more compelling argument.
For the record, I wasn’t bitching about putting in time on a Saturday, so you don’t have to get all up in my face about what I do or do not have to do tomorrow.
None the less, I wish everyone a good weekend from the middle of Cubeville where my nameplate remains intact after yesterday’s mea culpa. Whether you have to work or not, do what you gotta do in your time off.
