I know this is very unfair, but I have a really hard time not feeling occasionally rage-y towards friends who do not have to go to work, as much as I love them.

Text from friend, who does not have to go to work everyday, Tuesday afternoon: What’re you doing?

My measured response:….. I’m at work.

My visceral inside response: I’M AT WORK. IT IS A WEEKDAY. IT IS THE AFTERNOON. THEREFORE, I AM AT WORK. WHY WOULD I NOT BE AT WORK? I AM ALWAYS AT WORK DURING WORK TIMES WHICH IS A THING THAT MOST HUMANS SHOULD UNDERSTAND. YOU ASKING ME ‘WHAT I’M DOING’ IS  ONLY  A RAGE-Y REMINDER THAT SOME PEOPLE ARE NOT AT WORK AND ARE SITTING AROUND, WONDERING WHAT I’M DOING, WHILE I AM AT WORK, SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST GO DIE OR MAKE A SALAD OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT PEOPLE WHO DO NOT HAVE TO GO TO WORK DOOKAYLOVEYOUBYE.