it just doesn’t seem fair that i’m at work while the world takes a holiday and it certainly is annoying that you are at home and i can’t be with you i while away the hours on this and that talking, laughing, trying to get some work done but Einstein was right- it feels like the seconds are dragging on this day just doesn’t seem eager to end i think – “I hate working Saturdays”
but then finally its time to leave and that’s when i realize what is so special about today
today i don’t return to an empty dark house i return to you! You are at home to welcome me in with a hug and a kiss and some little surprise that you always have for me every working Saturday suddenly even in this twilight the day seems brighter and lovelier i think – “i love working Saturdays”
I just spent the whole of today cribbing with my colleagues about how we have to work on Saturdays while everybody else is on a holiday. But when I was returning home, I had this sudden realization that maybe it isn't all that bad :)