1 Reason Not To Work on Saturday
Of all the places to be on Saturday afternoon in the middle of the summer, work should not be one of them. But I’m here sitting in my office working on projects that in the grand scheme of things have no significant meaning.
Of course, maybe I’m just bitter because my sister just sent me an e-mail from her honeymoon in Italy.
She writes, “Yesterday afternoon after a lovely train ride through Tuscany. 2 carafes of wine and a calzone later we took a 3 hour walk through the city then to the top of a square overlooking all of Florence. Dinner in the hotel and desert in the garden. Today, private walking tour, more wine at lunch, best meal we’ve eaten so far this trip. Lots of gellato, churches, sun, wine. Siesta Time. . . We are exhausted.”
She can’t even write in complete sentences! I want to be exhausted from too much fun, sun, and wine. But instead I’m in my office, by myself, staring at the computer, waiting for someone to rescue me from the monotony.
But nobody ever rescues the guy. Richard Gere wasn’t up on that fire escape waiting for Julia Roberts to come.
I want to be Julia Roberts.
I want to be rescued.
And this is why you shouldn’t work on Saturdays.
It turns you gay.
