I have become accustomed to having a mid-week break.
Whilst everyone is slogging away at their desks, I would be out slinging my handbag and cantering on the pavements and air-conditioned walkways, just breathing in the air of freedom.
Of course, I end up paying for it by working on a weekend day.
But alas, tomorrow, it is not meant to be.
Tomorrow I will be chained to my desk as per normal, slogging away with futile attempts at Jedi mind tricks and whatnot, while all pleasant thoughts on the air of freedom remain hopelessly out of my grasp.
I should have been more appreciative when I was at my happy corner at Morton’s, inhaling delectable chocolate martinis and nibbling on their divine steak sandwiches.
Or even more pensive whilst I walked around museums and exhibitions, appreciating all that was on display and not let my thoughts wonder away from what was at hand.
And I should have just been more happy to languish on an off-day…taking in all that is myself.
But oh well, I shall be in the office again tomorrow, as though nothing were out of the ordinary, doing what I have been paid to do.
And maybe, just maybe, I won’t fall into such a flurry of murderous rage that I would have this insane urge to pick up a knife and stab somebody in the back with it.
But oh wait, won’t it be tit-for-tat, or something like that?
I think I am starting to have serious hallucinations.
