Saturday.
Good old Saturday. Even though I’ve haven’t grasped the concept of “Weekend” since I left school, I have always been amazed at the hoo-haa that is caused by “The Weekend“. I live, breath and die by The Code which means I spend an awfully large amount of time behind a keyboard strutting my stuff. There’s not a lot of minutes that go by in my studio where one does not hear the clattering of keyboard strokes or the banging of heads against walls.
I have, technically, no real set time when it comes to working hours. As I type this sentence I can’t help but look at one of the other displays to see if I’ve forgotten anything. I’m constantly looking at logs, queries, cache times, modules, variables and arrays. I am a total workaholic. I live, breath and eat code. I only pause to bong it up or catch up on my Douglas Adams reading.
It already seems like I’m moaning in the post. But stick with me, it should turn around soon(I hope).
Back to Saturday. This is the first Weekend that I do not have to work in a while. I say this often but I always end up working on The Weekend. So, whether it’s the week or The Weekend, it doesn’t matter to me.
During school I couldn’t wait for the weekend. The Weekend symbolized freedom. Total Party Heaven. We still go out, but nothing compared to how we did when we were younger. Age, an odd concept indeed. It makes some people go crazy and from others it saps every happy feeling. Why people are so bothered with age I will never understand. Perhaps my brain is not meant to understand or perhaps I was born without the “I care” glands. I know somewhere down the line my “I don’t give a fuck” glad kicked in. I remember the day clearly:
I was 16 years old and I was getting my first ID book. Man oh man I was psyched! While we stood in the queue and waited for 3 hours a guy with a funny walk came waltzing in. I say “funny walk” but there was nothing funny about it. The guy obviously had a birth defect. I know, I know. Shame. Right?
WRONG MORON!
This guy strolled in, well to be more accurate he waltzedhopped in. From the back of the queue he was called to the front and he got served. Wait, what?
I have been in this queue for 3 hours and this guy just waltzedhopped to the front because he has a limpywalk? Right about now you must be thinking, “Damn, this guy writing this stuff is such a douche!” Well, you’re right. I am 100% douche when it comes to this bullshit.
See, I live in a world where everyone wants to be treated equally. I live in a world where we are all the same. I live in a world where no man is more special than another. I live in a world where these retards keep saying they want equal everything but they like hop-skipping to the front of the queue. Still think I’m a douche? Shame, right?
WRONG!
If he wants to be treated equally then he can wait THREE FUCKING HOURS in the queue, just like everyone else.
*exhale slowly*
I sometimes feel I should go for anger management classes. I’m just afraid that I’d kill the instructor. The wrong “Calm down, buddy” or “You’re overreacting” at the wrong time could very possibly result in some quick and decisive genocidal action.
But then I look around me and realize how silly humans are. Our very nature is goofy with a slight twist of arrogance.
Once again, I digress…
Damn man, I started this post yesterday and I have no idea what the original concept of the post was. *shrug*
rUx
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Mad have I had days like these. What is it with UPS guys !? Ive also had to move a server install thanks to their genius efforts
Dig the blog Zap!
Zaptoid
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I used it to separate the stalks and seeds from the good stuff >;]
sv452
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what did you use it for ?
StephenB
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Wow.
It would seem that you had quite the fun time.
Funny read, horrible experience. Keep up the awesome posts!
Partyboy
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Holy crap, that was funny.
I wonder what I’ll do if my grandmother had to ask me for some stash.
Seriously funny, mate!