As the final lyrics of Auld Lang Syne fade from my ears and I put away my jingle bells, I find myself in the inevitable reality of returning to work.
I would like to know who came up with this concept of work. Sure, we have so many conveniences but I would gladly sacrifice them all for more time off.
I am sure that cavemen were quite content hunting and gathering, painting walls and navel gazing until some bright spark invented the wheel, then counting, then trading, which evolved into a currency that has now made us all slaves for the so-called mighty dollar.
I believe that if we work hard enough at deporting all those people who want to work for money we can turn Australia into a great continent of leisure.
Who’s with me? I can hear you all jump with enthusiasm.
Just picture it: fresh organic food for all, straight from the trees; all the energy that used to be devoted to Facebook now spent having real conversations with people.
Then there’s the sound of music floating across the air and the elimination of crime – there’d be nothing to steal and nothing to gain any more.
I picture it akin to a hippie commune – without the drugs.
Are you with me?
Okay, so I should probably get my head out of that cloud and focus on my work – but it is so hard.
Holidays are such fun. Staying up late, then sleeping in, having no plans for the day, just countless adventures waiting to be had and so much time to eat, drink and be merry.
All I have to look forward to now is that day off we get to celebrate this wonderful country that I so desperately would like to transform into Treasure Island. Men getting all sweaty collecting wood, hunting and gathering. Women doing the same (though a little less sweaty). I think it would be fantastic.
We could invent our own language, mode of transport and entertainment – the possibilities are endless.
The only real problems I can envision are the lack of plumbing, electricity and, shock horror, a mobile phone. Not to mention internet, computer or iPod.
Hmm … perhaps this plan needs rethinking or at the very least a few adjustments.
How about I just get back to work now and forget I even mentioned the whole Treasure Island plan? Can’t talk any more, sorry – busy with work.