at the bank

[toomuchsoy]

teller: How was your weekend?
me: Pretty good. How was yours?
teller: Short.
me: I hear that. (or something)
teller: I have split shifts. It makes the weeks shorter, but it makes the weekends shorter, too.
me: Oh. So life is just flying by.
teller: Yeah, which I guess is nice.
me (to self): Oh... Dear God.

Comments

[kunzelman]

If the week is shorter, and the weekend is also shorter, where the hell is that extra time?

[toomuchsoy]

i have no idea how that works. maybe there are breaks between shifts that are too long to just go to lunch and get back to work and too short to go out and have fun. so it's work, nothing, work, nothing, work, work, nothing, work.

D:

[drowningduckie]

how sad :[

how is that nice?
i've seen so many good times slip by, you know, when life is good and you know it won't be like that again, but you can't grasp time to slow it down (which makes me sad panda, i suppose...).
D:

well, i hope things turn around for this guy, so he doesn't enjoy life flying by like that anymore.

sorry, that probably wasn't very coherent.
any ways, i hear ya.

Re: D:

[toomuchsoy]

life is too short to hate what you do for a living!

[danwarning]

hey mr. trav, we haven't seen any action on the ol' traveling notebook front since you, my friend. any ideas where it may've ended up?

hope all is well homeboy

dan

[danwarning]

crud.

i sent it to todd webb. i'll light a fire under him.