I know I've ranted about my Real Job already, but I have a few new bones to pick with this system. What is the deal with the 9-5er jargon? On Fridays everybody says stuff like, "Happy Friday!" and, "We made it!" On Mondays the response to, "How are you?" is always, "Not bad for a Monday." Followed by a nod of agreement from the questioneer. (What? That's a word.) And if anyone makes a mistake any day of the week it is necessary to say some variation of, "Is it Monday?" And then laugh like a ding dong.
I'm surrounded by working drones and cheesy cliches and I'm becoming one of them! I even call Thursday "Friday Eve"! Just once, when someone says, "Happy Friday!" I'd like to say, "Not for hookers. They have a pretty serious work week ahead of them." And I'd love to respond to, "How are you?" on Monday with, "Well, I'm hung over as shit and I'm pretty tender from being slammed like a screen door last night."
But, alas, I'm a lady (ish), and I just stick with the usual cliches. One of these days, though. One. of. these. days.
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