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When I was a kid I used to hate Sundays. And it wasn’t because on Monday I would have to go back to school, or whatever, school was fine. School never seemed like that big of a deal. You just have to go there all day, but where else are you going to go? The TV room, yes, but then where? Oh, just 10 hours in the TV room? Perfect. I hated Sundays because they just had this mildly depressing TONE and it was the TONE that I couldn’t get over. This continued through high school and college, and even for a year or two after college. Oh boo hoo, this miserable TONE. Guess what? Sundays are awesome. Everyday is absolutely NOT like Sunday. (That song was clearly written by someone who does not have a job.) Oh, they are so good. You can sleep in and you can read a newspaper and you can eat at hours of the day that you don’t normally eat at because your clock is just slightly off but in an entirely pleasant way and at night you make a little dinner and you watch a movie or some TV and you mentally prepare yourself for the week ahead and you stop being such a baby about how an entire day off to do whatever you want makes you FEEL, emotionally. Grow up! AND GET BACK TO WORK!
Stop having a memory. Remember on your own time. There are cakes to be bagged. So bag them. Faster. (Via Dlisted.)
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I like sundays, too. They’re my fun day. My I-don’t-have-to-run day.
Same. Though, when preceded by an especially ambitious night at the pub, Sunday can quickly devolve into my I-have-the-runs day.
#explosivehumour
I always hated the feel of Sundays when I was a kid, too. I think it was one of those things where you take your cues from adults. Friday and Saturday nights are something of a free-for-all and you can just not even worry about weekday shit. But on Sunday, adult fun tends to be tempered by the fact that everyone has to go to work on Monday. By the time you eat dinner on Sunday, it might as well just be a weekday. I solved this problem as an adult when I resolved to just be hung over on Mondays.
Hey Gabe! Watch your mouth, I’m not THAT dumb.
The nerve of that guy! He might as well have called you Chinese!
He’s just mad he’s unemployed
“20 lbs. of cake please” – everyone in China (I’m assuming)
I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
I am still at home right now. If, when I get to work in an hour and check this comment again, it does not have 40 upvotes, there will be stern words to be had.
I’m warning you!
So long as you have your towel, you can’t go that wrong. #nerdjokes
As if a frood as hoopy as FLW would forget his towel. Puh-leez.
It really doesn’t look that hard. Piece of cake.
I don’t wanna be back at work! Someone make it stop!
Seriously. This Monday is a Garfield-level event. I wonder if there’s anyplace for decent lasagna by my office.
I’m gonna pull a costanza and take a nap at work under my desk. After a nice warm shower.
The Boss is at the Dentist
“Is it possible to get a cavity from employees with horrible work ethic?”–Probably not your boss, because it doesn’t make much sense.
This would be better if every single order wasn’t wrong and required speedy cake taking outing and/or speedy picking cake off the counter and then putting it back (quickly) into the bag. Tortoise and the Hare, people. Tortoise and the Hare.
Did she drop one on the floor at the beginning? I can’t respect anyone who wastes cake.
if she drops one on the floor, does the customary 5 second rule apply? Or does her exemplary bagging speed mean that she is also granted less time to recover dropped items? These are all very important questions.
And they all want cake.
I cannot conceive of two items that work better in concert with one another than these cakes and these cake tongs
I would agree with you, but I just had a banana with Nutella for breakfast.
All my upvotes go to Nutella
I kinda like Sunday’s when I was a kid just because of The Sampsons and X-Files! FUCK!!
lol whoops! The Simpsons!! My bust.
as stated in the Ball, i did not get to have a weekend this weekend. you are all lazy whiners, wheras, i am just a whiner.
Team Pie.
Sunday = waffle day. The best day ever.