Who thinks up this shit?.....

The worst thing about a four day weekend is the catastrophic shock of returning to work.
You know,..you get all fat and happy sleeping in late,staying up WAY late,and congratulating yourself for being clever enough to have a job that will actually pay you to stay home....I was born for this!

But I'll be a son-of a- bitch if they don't turn around and expect you to earn the occasional luxury of all this by bustin' yer ass when it's over.

Who invented this whole work deal anyway?
There we were,in paradise,lounging around burping and farting at our leisure,not bothering anyone,when some wise ass anal retentive putz decided we'd all be better off wearing clothes,and punching time clocks.
What's worse,apparently everyone else standing around agreed,because the whole insane quest for productivity continues to this day.
I can't figure out if the guy was the first preacher,..or politician.
Hey!..Maybe it was a woman!..Nothing agitates 'em more than to see a guy content to be,..well,..content.They'll have no truck with such nonsense!..Speaking from my own experience,quite naturally..

I digress at my peril.

So,..anywhiz,..after 4 glorious days of sloth and debauchery,jumping back into the fray is only slightly more fun than a discount spinal tap.

At least it's only a three day work week,and tomorrow's Friday.
Hey!..We get a three day weekend on account of New Year's!..

I love this job..