My Sunday Off
Sunday off; a day free from labour; ordained rest by the Divine on high. Unfortunately, someone forgot to read the memo. My Sunday off is a little different.
…Sunday has really gone to the dogs…
Let’s start with the dogs. If God had wanted Sunday to be a day of rest, you’d think he would have informed the dogs. But they still want out or the house early in the morning. There are neighbours to wake, cats to chase, and let’s not forget nature’s call. No, dogs definitely missed the memo on the whole day of rest thing. Mind you they are very well informed on the afternoon of rest, usually in my favourite spot on the sofa, but I digress.
Next is my day job. The place where I’m expected to be, 9 - 5, Monday to Friday. They missed the memo too. I don’t think they were ever copied on the original. Instead of Sunday being a time of rest and time spent with family, for the best and brightest at Gigantic Concrete (and everywhere else I’ve worked too) Sunday is a change window. It is an opportunity to do all the computer and system work you need to do so that other people can be uninterrupted during their 9-5 work week. “The rocks must flow”. It sounds like a Frank Herbert novel waiting to happen. This Sunday morning I had a telco on the phone with a manufacturer of fine network equipment trying to recreate a problem we solved over a month ago to ensure that we really solved it.
To really top off My Sunday Off we need to look at the home front. There’s the grass to cut, the hedge to trim, the car to wash, and groceries to buy. Worst of all there ’s the calls of nature from my canine friends to scoop. Sunday has really gone to the dogs.
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