Screw Work, It Just Isn’t Worth It This Time…
Well, yesterday brought about an epic collapse in my sense of responsibility. I got up on time and started heading for work. However, when I was waiting in line for my coffee I decided then and there that it just was not worth the gas, the physical and mental effort or the stress to continue on with working on this particular day. So I did what any good person with an obscene sense of entitlement would do. I called in sick, changed the size of my coffee beverage to one twice as large, lit up a cigar and headed back home so as to grab a few more things that would be necessary to my adventure.
I got home, changed clothes and immediately began taking inventory of who was working, who was not working and whom I could dissuade from going to work. After forming a party of more than adequate slackers, we assembled at Cracker Barrel for a tasty, cheap and grossly filling breakfast based entirely on sugar, starch and protein. Having thus been sated, we moved on to the video game store where I cashed in some old games, reserved a new one and then we made our way back to the same coffee shop I had visited that morning so as to acquire free beverages from a gentleman who, since he was quitting in 2 days, felt that there was no need to charge us for our beverages. This is what we call “the Hookup”.
Now, with our bellies round and are brains sharpened artifically by tremendous amounts of caffeine, we headed back to a friends apartment to watch two movies. One I had already seen and enjoyed, the other I had not seen and knew I would hate… but watched anyways just for laughs. This activity carried us well into the nighttime hours and upon finishing the horrible movie I decided to quit their company in favor of a warm bed and a good night’s sleep.
I think I will bill this day as a success.
