What is more important to you: the week or the weekend?

I can remember from years ago, someone telling me this:

“When I’d finally reached St. Peters’ gate, I wouldn’t say:

Gosh, I wish I’d worked harder at my job.

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Do you live for the Week?

Or do you live for the Weekend?

Quite frankly, I live for my weekend now, and I’ll explain why.

I live in Fornicalia, the most oppressive of states on many levels. It is a beautiful state which became despoiled by immigrants naturalized and otherwise. It is a state rampant with insufficient roads, insufficient funds, insufficient power production, insufficient water production, insufficient sewer projects, insufficient fire and police protection, and an overabundance of suckers from the Public Nipple — legal and illegal.

And into its coffers my bi-weekly paycheck gets circumscised.

And what about you?

Do you live for the Week?

Do you live for the Weekend?

I live for the weekend.

My job rounds me but it does not “complete me.” I am not it and it is not me. My job requires my living down in the valley. On Thursday night I escape the flatlanders and rush into the hinterlands beyond. Sometimes I feel completely oppressed and compressed and nothing but leaving the valley will satisfy my shiverings.

What do you live for?

And why?

BZ