If you haven’t gathered from the title, I’m not actually writing this on a Monday. Now, it is Sunday afternoon. Even though I have Game of Thrones and Mad Men to look forward to tonight, right now I am stuck at home staring at a phone and hoping it doesn’t ring. If it rings, it means I will have to work.
Such is the nature of being “on call”. However, it is a gorgeous day outside so being on call is more or less ruining my day since part of being on call means I need to be about 10 feet away from my computer at all times. So I’m just sitting here, killing time, hoping that fucking phone don’t ring.
I think I have the beginning of a good blues song right there.
Sittin’ here,
Killin’ time,
Hopin’ that fuckin’ phone don’t ring,
If she rings I’ll be workin’
On a sunny Sunday afternoon,
Thinkin’ bout the bad times,
Thinkin’ bout the good
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