So, Sunday at last. In a few hours time, the evil Monday will invade the space of time and guess my blood out of my testicles. Damn it!
If we say the best day to start something we hate is "find one day", then the second best will be Monday. Tricky part is, in term of working, getting to the office, we can't make use of "find one day". We can only start on Monday, unless Monday is a public holiday or the office being zapped by a Klingon ship.
Of course the latter will be cooler, but I still prefer the first. No matter how suck it is, I need a job. Not because I am interested with it, but because I need money. Well that's the reason why we all keep going right?
One day, less than 24 hours...there is so many things I haven't done or done enough. I need more time to indulge in total laziness, being a parasite, transforming into Garfield, morphing into a cough potato or let mushroom grows on me. I have books I haven't read, DVDs I haven't watch, comics I haven't finish, porn discs I haven't review and various weekend projects I haven't finalized. 24 hours....oh God can you please put my office or better the whole Uptown area into a twilight zone for a month or so?
I'm not that greedy, 1 month will do. And since it is not I who skipped work, but the office just vanish without prior notification, then I still eligible to get paid. Can you do that God?
You don't have to turn my tab water into wine, I can buy myself. I don't need limitless bread to eat, I always prefer rice. I just want you to out Uptown into a twilight zone and makes all my managers felt as if they owe their life to me and my fellow colleagues. Is it too much?
Oh please....
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