Have you ever stopped to consider that you spend 40 hours of your week with workmates? Its insane. Forced to associate with these randoms, each possessing varying degrees of tolerability, day in, day out. Don't get me wrong, some of my workmates are NORMAL. Some not so much. There have been occasions where a convenient blunt object would have been invaluable.
It is just ironic that you focus so much effort in finding the right girl and marrying her just to spend the majority of the best part of your week talking to Derek. Or Mary, Bob, Steve-o. You get the idea. I exchange more words with those I work with than my own family.
But what is the solution? You could marry someone rich, then you both just continuously holiday on her fathers dime. Or marry Derek. Well perhaps not Derek, but someone at work that wasn't TOO annoying. A tough assignment to be sure. At least you could carpool. I guess an alternative would be to not work at all, live it up in your in-laws garage, you both hanging around the corner shop on your BMX's. Sounds fulfilling doesn't it?
Unfortunately my wife is not rich, she won't work with me and her parents garage has been deemed "inappropriate" by those child welfare snobs. I guess it will be back to work for me tomorrow. I just hope my kids remember who I am......
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