Slave me!!!

Xmas nears and yet some of us have to still work even at this late a date! To toil and slave away to earn our pay while others sit at home and relax, drinking beer and scratching places you can only really get to in the comfort of your own home…

Okay admittedly I am one of those people at home, but those near and dear to me have to work, and, having done it before, I know how they feel! (Which is why I never, for example, leap out at Ursh and poke her hard with a stick and go, “Hey why so grumpy!??” its added years to my longevity!)

But to work during the holidays? It’s a bit torturous in a way because everything becomes so quiet. It’s not like many people get loaded down with work, gosh no time to chat, busy busy. Mostly you just seem to spend the time playing solitaire or looking up “girl on girl” surreptitiously on the internet. (For research of course!)

In fact it’s more almost like an endurance marathon of the mind. Your sanity vs. the hours upon hours of nothingness that surround you, envelop you, suck out your will to liv…no no, come back from that dark edge man!!

Tick tock tick tock, ten minutes after you checked your computer clock you realize it’s only been 2 minutes. Time seems almost to be flowing backwards, or in funny little repeating squiggles and figure of 8’s, and no drug high you’ve ever been on messes with your head more!

Thrilling only comes around each time you have to go to the loo! Done right you can stretch each session to 15 minutes or so as long as your delicates and the toilet paper can hold out!

What’s worse is that everyone else around you always seems to have something to do. They’re plopping way at the keyboards looking intense or, to mock you of course, laughing happily and there you sit, blank screen, blank mind, blank blank.

You then start thinking of all the people out there having so much more fun then you (Even though you try to convince yourself that building Paper Clip Mountain is cooler anyway…)! You picture them laughing with their families, eating out, sitting on the beach. Until a huge tsunami wave hits and crushes them to smithereens and suddenly it’s not so funny anymore hey? Hey?? < - - fantasies like this are usually a good indication of when it’s time to lay off the coffee…

And is it me or is it the last hour of the day that seems to drag on to all eternity? The way some people (who aren’t working!), get to experience a little piece of heaven with their small daily joys, so you get to wallow in an almightily fat slice of Hell. On. Earth!!

Eventually the end of the day will roll around, usually half an hour or so after your last hope of salvation has died, and you get to pack up and go home. If you’re lucky it’s your last day and suddenly that sweet feeling of freedom comes upon you and you know what, suddenly the day doesn’t seem that bad after all!

IF you’re coming back tomorrow though….Hey! Hey! Now just put the shotgun down and let’s talk this over…!! EEEEK!!!