Guys, working is so stupid. Why do we do it?

GREAT QUESTION.

I blame society. And capitalism.

Guys, working is so stupid. Why do we do it?

GREAT QUESTION.

Can't figure that one out, either. Wasn't Obama supposed to have already given us our gold-plated, money-producing unicorns by now?

t edit I also want to know: WHY do we have to buy groceries EVERY WEEK? We JUST got them LAST week!

(See also, how does the fucking bathtub get so dirty when there's water and soap in it EVERY DAY?)

Laundry! How can there always be new laundry?

I also want to know: WHY do we have to buy groceries EVERY WEEK? We JUST got them LAST week!

Seriously, why? Also (I believe this is flea's question from a few days ago) WHY do we have to come up with something to eat for dinner every single night?? Who has the time? It's exhausting! (I have no ideas for tonight. None. Raid the freezer for TJs stuff, I guess? But I really need to eat some more fresh veggies this week. Argh.)

Consuela that stinks.

Sparky I miss your mom's pies.

GO MAC! That's all I have. This day is all black coffee on white shirts.

Dear People For Whom I'm Trying To Organize A Meeting:

It is awesome that, when I sent out the first query yesterday, five of you responded immediately with times you could make, and it is even more awesome that there were three separate times that all five of you could do. That's rare, and it's fabulous. But, though diligent, it's not especially helpful that when I send a follow-up email asking everyone who hasn't answered yet to answer now, you reply again to say, "Yes, I can make those times." You can indeed! That's great! Have a cookie, and please don't email me again!

Also, Guy Who Bitches About Everything, I know you want us to fold this meeting in with another regular Tuesday AM meeting. I know it because you reply-all'd yesterday saying exactly that and patting yourself on the back for your brilliance. The organizer then reply-all'd right back, explaining why it needs to be a separate meeting. So when you reply to my follow-up with "What about my idea that we have Meeting B inside Meeting A?" the answer is, "She heard it, she overruled it, it's her meeting and not yours, so please don't weasel at me behind her back."

Exasperatedly,

JZ

I will do all the grocery shopping for Buffista island. I like grocery shopping. I won't make the dinner, though.

I want to know why a pair of shoes that was perfectly comfy last summer/fall is suddenly feeling two sizes too small. Wtf, feet? You haven't changed sizes! Why don't you fit? Ow.

Sox, did I tell you when Kyle was playing in Richmond? If there is pie, it will be gluten free...

I will also volunteer to shop for Buffista Island, if we have our own Wegmans.

I remember reading science fiction stories all about how awful it will be when we don't have work to do (because, iirc, robots) and everyone will be so bored with leisure, whatever will we do to solve that problem...