Three-Day Weekend

Mrs. UF (ex) and yours truly both have a theory that it's 10 times harder to return to work from a three-day weekend than it is from a two-day weekend.  Why this should be so, we haven't a clue.  It should be otherwise, obviously.  But something about that third day off convinces your body and mind that you'll never have to go back to work, and that the long nightmare of cubicle bondage is finally over.  If only it were so.  Instead you have to return to work just like always, and not even the prospect of a shortened work week is enough to overcome the despair that comes of having had a taste of freedom from employment only to have to return to work after all.  To earn an honest living is dishonest, dishonest to your soul and to your sense of having been born a free man only to find yourself forced to slave away at a desk or wherever for five days out of seven.  And that's if you're lucky.  Some people have to work six days a week or even seven, how dreadful, to think they survived the horrors of childhood only to step on the landmine of gainful employment.  Perhaps it's different if you have a job you like, we hear some people do.  Professional masturbaters, for example. We might have pulled it off if we'd managed to work full time in journalism, but we blew that one and good. 

This weekend wasn't much, we took the dogs to see friends Saturday night and that was fun, our friends have a house at the edge of the city and our dogs can run from room to room chasing their dogs and vice versa, it's a real barkfest.  Then Sunday we just hung out and watched Final Destination 5 which was great, supergreat even, because not only does it have a bridge disaster, it has a plane crash too!  We'll watch any movie with a plane crash in it, plane crash movies are our favorite genre.   Hollywood (obviously) needs to make more of them, instead of all these animated films for children that never have a good gory plane crash in them, like where a section of the fuselage gives way and the people in rows 14 through 20 get sucked out still strapped into their seats, you'll never see that in The Lion King.  We were going to go see Mark Wahlberg in Contraband but it got rotten reviews, so we decided to see Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy except the plot is supposed to be superconvulted, so we decided to see the new Sherlock Holmes movie except we got home too late from the gym.  So we settled for Final Destination 5 on television, after walking the dogs and eating chicken soup from the Mexican restaurant down the street. 

Then yesterday we did nothing, except go running, and we were like the wind.  Like the wind.  We left Mrs. UF in the dust.  And we made chili which was pretty good if we don't mind saying so ourselves, and then we watched Ghost World which was great.  Afterwards we were too tired to even do yoga, tired and panicky about having to return to work, that great scourge, someday we're going to retire and move to Berlin and take lots of trips to Poland, we've always wanted to see Poland, someday we're going to go to Poland and say "We're in Poland at last!" and won't that be fine, if the bastards don't kill us off before it's time to retire and we never get the chance to see Poland at last, that fine fine fine fine fine fine fine fine country. 

Comments

[Jan Martin Löhndorf]

Birth School Work Death, but life wasn't meant like that!

[Martijn]

Final Destination #5. How final were those destinations in 1 though 4 I wonder. But I leave the wondering quickly and compliment you on the way you dragged yourself through the 3-day weekend. I believe my own weekend is going almost into triple figures now (not true: just over two months now, but who can do the maths?) and I can't imagine the horrors when I have to get back to work, which I will have to eventually.

But some people LIKE their jobs you say. Hmmm... perhaps I will give this information a little more thought.

Oh no, I won't: dinner's ready!

[UF MIKE]

Amen. There's got to be a way out of this mess. Perhaps that's why I spend so much time fantasizing about air disasters. They're a one-way ticket to no more work!

[UF MIKE]

Hey Martijn! Thanks for the Christmas card which we just got! It was beautifully designed and a really nice gesture and both Mrs. UF and I thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Shine on, you crazy diamond!

[Martijn]

You're more than welcome... after all the laughs I got from you both.

[gillian]

Mike, you should put up pictures of the xmas card Martijn sent so we may see the beautiful design, too :)

[UF MIKE]

I'll do that... promise.