Hump Day
Posted on November 16, 2005 - Filed Under Philosophy |
It’s no secret that I’m trying to escape my cubicle existence and exchange it for something that is more fun. To quote Sherlock Holmes "I prefer to make my living by using my wits."
Please, don’t send any jokes.
One oddity of this world that I will not miss is the steady stream of "repetitive conversations" that I’m subjected to. What do I mean by "repetitive conversations"? I’m glad you asked. These are the conversations that are repeated either daily or weekly with no end in sight. If there’s anything that I truly detest in life, that would be those things that are repetitive. Variety is good for the soul
Every single morning, I hear or am part of the same conversation. It changes daily but is repeated every week. For those that are sitting in their cubicle while reading this, they will understand what I’m about to write.
Monday:
Worker #1: Good Morning. How are you?
Worker #2: Well, it’s Monday.
Worker #1: Yes, it is.
Tuesday:
Worker #1: Good Morning. How are you?
Worker #2: Is it Friday yet?
Worker #1: Yes it is.
Wednesday:
Worker #1: Good Morning. How are you?
Worker #2: Well, it’s Hump Day.
Worker #1: Yes it is.
Thursday:
Worker #1: Good Morning. How are you?
Worker #2: Well, it’s almost Friday.
Worker #1: Yes it is.
Friday:
Worker #1: Good Morning. How are you?
Worker #2: Thank God it’s Friday!
Worker #1: Yes it is.
Here’s another common one.
Weekend:
Worker #1: How was your weekend?
Worker #2: It wasn’t long enough.
Worker #1: They never are.
And no matter how hard I try to escape these conversations, I always get sucked back in.
Worker #1: How was your weekend?
Clifford: It was great! How was yours?
Worker #1: It wasn’t long enough.
Clifford: (slapping forehead) Good grief.
When I first started along the adventures of these houses, I remember the excitement that would build in me during the weekend. Because real estate agents, loan officers, and banks don’t work on the weekends, I was always desperate for Monday to arrive. The work week is when everything was happening.
Worker #1: How was your weekend?
Clifford: I’m glad it’s over! I couldn’t wait for Monday to get here.
Worker #1: (stunned) Are you crazy? Are you nuts? That’s not the correct response!
10 minutes later in Clifford’s cubicle
Security Officer: I’m looking for Clifford. Clifford, you’re in need of re-education.
Clifford: No! Wait! I know the correct response. Um . . . it’s almost Friday! Wait . . . um . . . it’s hump day! Hey, get your hands off me! No, not the needles!
For those of you who don’t sit in a cubicle world, this is a wide spread phenomena amongst office workers. A few people sat down and wrote a script for one of the best cult movies
ever made. And if you already mouthed the title of this film, then you truly understand the subject that I’m talking about. That movie is called "Office Space". I think this film is a true hit not only because people can relate to it but it shows the workers doing something extraordinary . . . speaking with their minds . . . who can deny that the scene with Peter Givens and the two Bobs was one of the greatest scenes written for a modern day film?
I’ve tried to watch NBC’s "The Office" but I can’t. It rings of my office and I get depressed watching it. I have to sit in my cubicle for 8 hours a day . . . why would I watch a show about it? And not get paid?
For now, I don’t have a choice. I don’t have cable television and, more importantly, my TV isn’t even hooked up. But that’s alright. It’s Hump Day and Friday is almost here.
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