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The TV studio is always immensely busy, there's not a day that goes by where someone doesn't have a job to do. Even when the family isn't using the television: TV World is always preparing sets, writing scripts, or even just resighting lines. Unfortunately, working your employees to their wits end does not bode well for the general workplace enjoyment. Apparently, it gets tiring working all the time with no breaks (other than the 5 hours of sleep employees are mandated to have). So now, HR is on Tenna's ass, saying that at least once a year, TV World will get a mandated weekend off.
RIDICULOUS RIGHT?? This really upset Tenna, but what could he do? It's not like he can just tell everyone to ignore the weekend then proceed with work as per usual; that'd be bad for tennas rep. The news would be everywhere! ‘This just in: Mr. Ant Tenna is a HORRIBLE TOXIC BOSS!!’ No no no..that would not be good..
This so-called ‘No Work Weekend’ was only a week away. Everyone's moods were improving, the upcoming weekend fresh in their minds. Everyone except Tenna.. Tenna does NOT need a break, no. He so doesn't need a break; in fact, he actually lives in his office! His couch is even a pullout bed, just in case he needs the sleep, but no one knows this, of course…
-And they shouldn't! It's his personal business if he wants to stay in his office. It really wouldn't do any good to tell them anyways, all it would do is worry them. And they don’t need a reason to worry! He is doing perfectly fine, no one needs to know, not even his business partner. ESPECIALLY NOT his business partner. Tenna can already imagine the scolding he’d get from spamton.
He'd be all like: “ TENNA!! You work obsessed freak! You can't even stand to sleep in a proper bed?! You are all work, and no play. You need to move out! Or else I’ll leave you forever!!!”
Okayy.. maybe he's exaggerating just a little bit with that last part, but it could happen!! He really doesn't see it as a big deal, and has never become an issue until now. Until now…
Tuesday evening. Tenna and spamton just wrapped up their recording of spamton’s newest infomercial. They walk off set, while they chat on their trot to the in-office bar.
“So, Tens! I hear everyone in office is real thrilled bout that weekend off! Does ‘Mr. Workaholic’ got any plans?”
“Heh noo… I’ll probably just go home and uh… sleep! Ahah.." Tenna nervously replies, fidgeting with his tie; hoping that spamton wont see through his little lie. Tenna knows damn well he's gonna sit inside writing scripts and brainstorming new segment ideas all weekend.
“Sleep huh... OH! That reminds me! My apartment is actually getting fumigated this weekend. I was wondering if I could stay here during our little break?” The little man requests.
The CRT stares at him, drowning in his thoughts: “Spamton wants to stay here for the weekend?! Oh well, I guess he kinda needs to.. I can't say no, he’ll think something's up! Oh dear, I mean- Should I tell him I'm gonna be here too…? No! … I can't tell him now; he'll ask why I lied before!.. Maybe I’ll just lock myself in my dressing ro-”
Tenna's thoughts suddenly get interrupted by spamton.
“ Uhh.. Tens? You alright there? You're uh- kinda staring..”
“OH! Uh no, I'm fine! Yeah, sure you can stay here! Doesn't bother me, since I’ll- you know, be at home… sleeping." Tenna is a terrible liar. Spamton can't tell, right? He'd say something if he knew… right?!
Spamton 100% knows Tenna is lying. Why Tenna is lying? Couldn't tell ya, but he couldn't care less right now. He probably shouldn't even question the guy who’s giving him a place to stay anyway. Surely he’ll figure it out once the time comes… right?