When your workweek doesn't end on when the whistle blows with everyone else on Friday, there's something odd. I mean, why is there a whistle? What self-respecting business today that isn't a coal mine or lumber mill has a whistle? Anyway, that not being the point of this blog, it can throw off your clock to get up on a Saturday morning, stumble through coffee, bagel, clothes, and doorway, and then arrive at your job for the drudgery of an eight hour day.
Eight hours. Do you all hear me? EIGHT HOURS. Ha! Take that, all those who say I'm slacking off.
So, if you have a workweek that consists of a work weekend, it gets a bit odd to you.
I like saying "odd". Noticed that?
Let's all be honest. The weekends were invented for vegitating, lounging, and relaxing. Blow the proverbial whistle and put your feet up. If you're a college student, you're supposed to study and investigate that thing known as knowledge - but let's all face it. You're a college student. The last thing you're actually going ot do on a weekend (unless you're me, and me is weird) is to sit down and hit the books.
You are a college person. You must now sit down and pretend that you give a care about things that have nothing to do with you, such as education, and write it all down, peruse it carefully, commit it to memory- NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Get up! Run! Throw open the window and frolic in the fields! Okay, that might be a bit strange, but for our sakes, do it anyway.
As for those of you, like me, who are in the middle of that workweek, get up and run for it. You do not have to be a slave to the work whistle which never rings.
Unless, of course, you have bills to pay, you have work to do, and you want to buy things for yourself which are frivilous and useless. Like food, clothing, shelter - who needs these?
Oh, wait, that's right . . . you.
Get back to work.
