Do Yourself A Favor

If you’re going to ask me to work this weekend on a project you’ve been screwing around with for six months and you’ve already made it clear multiple times you expect all of us to be here don’t ask me if I would enjoy coming in to work this weekend.

Sure. I want to reset my alarm clock when I get home. I don’t have other plans. I don’t have a life. I have all the energy in the world to dedicate to your screw up. I will be so thrilled to spend yet another weekend in my cell trying to make heads or tails of your crappy convolutions that I’ll jump up and down and sing for you while completing the parts of the project you said you’d do.

Luckily, Bossman asked and I kept my job by limiting my answer. No. If you want a possitive answer ask the right question.