Gee, Dowager Countess, I’m not sure I know what a “week end” is either*. While the unbearable dullness of paying calls to the same people, dining in the same circles, and making the same complaints about one’s staff would definitely yield a week that seems never ending, so too does returning to one’s corner of the cube farm to bask in the glow of monitors shining multi-layered spreadsheets for 7 days straight.
I think ol’ Lady Grantham got the better end of the deal with her reasons for confusion over this “week end” concept. It’s like we’re in the same boat, but she’s first class and I’m crammed in next to the boiler pipes. And the ship is probably the Titanic.
(Thus goeth my excuse for missing Friday’s post. Worked late. Then worked some more and if you think Sunday was a day of rest, au contraire my Freunden….Now I face the horror of returning yet again bright and early tomorrow.)