Productivity Shame

It is Sunday.

I decide “time to clean the kitchen.”

Then, I vacuum.

While vacuuming, I think “well, at least I did something productive this weekend.”

I take a beat, and realize: I did way too much adult shit on Saturday. Nothing primal, though. Sorry for robbing you of that visual.

But there isn’t a tangible, physical trail of the evidence I did anything, outside of the carton of cherry tomatoes I scored at the farmers market.

The Workplace Deuce

A coworker has a ten-minute commute.

He takes a dump each day before heading home.

Why use the work toilet when the home toilet is ten minutes away?

One might use a last-minute work deuce to while away remaining minutes before 5 o’clock. That is the not the case in this situation.

My guess: he doesn’t want to punish his wife, so he punishes his coworkers instead.

Sad Face Paint

You know that guy who paints his face, and possibly his torso, for the big game?

I take sick satisfaction watching him get sad, realizing his team is about to lose.

At that moment, with his heart broken, he doesn’t remember that he’s painted. And then, he ends up on national TV with a sad face. The contrast is fantastic.

I don’t wish him ill. I just can’t stop chuckling at someone painted up, bearing a sad face.