Remember a couple years ago when I wrote about the song I wrote that went (basically) “I don’t want to go to work today, I want to sit on my ass and play, I don’t want to go to work today, ’cause yesterday was pay day and it’s all downhill from there! Hey!”
(No, it’s OK if you don’t remember)
I would like to go back in time to LaineyD (September 2009 edition) and slap her. “Oh wahhh, yesterday was pay day, WAHHHHH”. Every day is (somebody’s) pay day now and I would be so frakking grateful for it to EVER be “all downhill from there!”. For fuck’s sake. Every day at work is like that one spot on the rollercoaster where, after going at a 90 degree angle for seemingly 74,000 feet you stop and just go across for a moment and you’re all “Ahh, relief!” but then it turns out now you have to go 74,000 feet back down instead and midway through THAT the Loch Ness Monster or a T-Rex leans over and swallows you whole. So you never get to actually get that feeling of “Whoo, caught up!” for more than an hour at a time.
(It’s also a lot like studying your ass off for a stupid test and not getting any extra pay for it).
(Grr).