i hate working late on a saturday, not just for the fact that i rarely go out after it so it ruins my weekend social life, but because i hate the waking and lying around waiting on going to work. It really bothers me and I get really annoyed.
today for instance, i've got up, chilled, listened to come tunes and chain smoked out the kitchen door. i have things i could be doing. i could be tidying my pit of a room, i could be playing guitar, i could be drawing, but instead i fret about going to work, because saturdays are always shit. they go sooo slowly and i get deeply bored because there's nobody exciting to speak to. they're all dull and deeply troubling. there has to be something wrong with people who go out of their way to work saturday nights.
in my mind these people don't socialise, and they don't go out and get blindingly drunk, so i have little in common with them. i'm aware that's not stopped me being friends with people before, and some of my best friends are the ones i have least in common to, but these people have no chat. chat's important. chat's what makes the world go round, and these people are dumb mutes.
it is, in a word, traumatic.
i fucking hate late saturdays
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