dys· phem· is· tic Saturday, March 27, 2004
That Nobody Should Molest Saturday
I'm working this morning. The powers that be at Fiscal Interpositions Incorporated feel it is vitally important for a crew to answer the phones on Saturday morning. And so every sixth Saturday I get up at 6:30 am and sit unshaven and fuzzy-headed at my desk letting my mental autopilot talk to the occasional client until noon. This is an abomination.
Saturday morning was made for slow waking without benefit of alarm clocks, and for sipping espresso in your favorite chair. Working Saturday morning is against the natural order.
Saturday morning was made for slow waking without benefit of alarm clocks, and for sipping espresso in your favorite chair. Working Saturday morning is against the natural order.
