I’ve never come back from a weekend feeling relaxed and reinvigorated to get back into work.
I come back with the taste of freedom, still fresh in my mouth, a renewed hatred for work, and a strong suspicion that this is not what I should be spending my life doing.
feels like everyone’s ignoring the hilarious two punch of “his name is George….Tropicana” “What a nice name! Is he Cuban?” combined with the visual gag of the amount of sugar Carol Brady is putting in her coffee