Stress

Act 4 Scene 2 - Stress

(enter The Smoker pacing hurriedly around the pool)

C: Why the hell are you walking around the pool so fast?
TS: I just started another major project today. Which means I have, like, way too much shit to do. And I hate feeling like I'm wasting time, so I decided to walk fast.
C: (laughs) And this helps, how?!?!
TS: You know...at least I'm getting some exercise while I smoke...
C: (laughs even louder) Exercise?!? While you smoke?!?
TS: Yeah, yeah...laugh all you want. This helps me deal with the stress of an oppressive workload.
C: Uh, here's something else that might help with stress...Relaxing. You should try it.
TS: Shit, man. I don't got time to relax, I'm already past my deadline on one of my major projects.
C: So why don't you cut out all the blog surfing, and blogging you do. That might help.
TS: Oh, yeah, that'll go over perfect, right after that last discussion about me commenting on other people's blogs all the time.
C: Uh, it seems like you got your priorities a little mixed up, man.
TS: ...
TS: Fuck it. You're probably right, damn it.
C: (chuckling)Hehe. I'm always right.
TS: ...whatever.

(snubbing the smug butt of Cigarette into the ashtray, The Smoker quickly exits)