Isnt it funny?

Isnt it funny? Isnt it funny that one little thing can spark so much? Isnt it funny the way that people with a common interest are drawn together in an orderly fashion in the village hall on sundays? And isnt it funny that coming into work, in March, in the morning, when its still dark, is still intensely annoying?

One of three things wrong with the world of work in the modern age:

1.Getting up for work in summer when its still dark,
2.Getting up when its still dark on a Sunday for work;
3.Having to book a weekend off work as a holiday.

Im telling you, crimes against nature.

Bastards.