a case of the Mondays

Are we so devolved as a society that there is no more relevant question on a Monday than “did you have a good weekend?” Every other person I see, on my way to my desk, the coffee maker, the crapper, has the same fucking question. Over and over I put on a dullard’s face (to match that of my questioner) and say, “yes, I did have a good weekend.” I don’t go into detail, and I don’t ask about their boring fucking lives. If they’re too stupid to figure out the fact that I don’t want to answer that question, I can’t help them.

And of course I had a good weekend – I was away from this hellhole for two days. Figure it out.

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