How did this saying come about seriously?
When I returned to work I remembered why I only have a couple of days of at a time. One of my colleagues had kindly organised my desk in such away to give maximum impact on how much work I have to do. There was six nicely organised piles that resembled the height of Everest. I know this to be true by the large amount of oxygen canisters now residing next to my desk. I've only managed to service for air long enough to write this.
My main point of all of this is that normally you go on holiday and have all the stresses of getting there a week of arguing with friends/family/strangers that think they know better. After all of this when you finally get back to the norm you need another holiday to readjust. Why do we bother? Wouldn't we all be happier if we never went on holiday? Or better still if we never worked and just sat at home drinking beer with a selection of xbox/ps3 games only stopping to download porn.
I'll let you all decide.......'Stops typing as I start drowning in the ever increasing sea of paper work'