Tsinelas and Friday afternoons….
I can’t seem to contain my excitement anymore. It is hardly past 2:00 in the afternoon and yet my work station has never looked as tidy as before. While I still have a handful of tasks to carry out for the day, my spirit’s off to Puerto del Sol already… my hands willingly stacking files left and right as if trying to catch up with my thoughts. This is precisely why I despise lazy Friday afternoons. More often than not, it turns me into one lazy, useless moron… whose only desire is to break free from the daily grind of corporate woe … whose only reason for existence is the promise of 48 hours in tsinelas after nearly 40 gruelling hours in a pair of cutesy pumps. If only thoughts could kill, I would have been convicted, years ago, for slaughtering innocent, diligent (pardon my word) minions who are still at it….like an Energizer bunny …at quarter past five. How could they at such ungodly afternoons? But this is me… and these are nothing but my absurd thoughts. I never hated any of my more professional colleagues…. I may have cursed them at one time or another alright… but I always had the highest respect for them…. knowing that it will take more than 10 pairs of tsinelas to bribe me into it. ****As an afterthought (just in case any of my superiors ever get to read this)…I wrote this Friday afternoon while on break. But since I only got to post it today, that still makes me a busy worker bee ….right?
2005.05.04 (reposted)
