My expectations ofcommon sense died a little today

After working on a sprained ankle with a strained Achilles Tendon for 3 days, I was finally granted a day off from work to rest it so that I may come back with the strength to perform my duties. My day was an incessant string of calls from people who chose not to think.
What good is a day of rest if it is spent doing what you do, just from somewhere else? Then again, God had a day off, but he spent it around his work too.
But I'll bet you a bucket of chicken he turned his ringer off.