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Prepare The Others

  • Genre: Punk
  • Released: April 27, 2026
  • Length: 2:52
The words

Lyrics

Intro

Yeah Schedule dropped at midnight Wonder who’s got the weekends this time

Verse 1

Calendar opens I blink, it’s gone Weekends booked out five months long Same two names on every line Guess someone told them it went live Refresh the page it’s already red Every Saturday? Completely dead I’ve got hours I can’t even spend What’s the point of saving them

Pre-Chorus

I’m not stalking drops at 12:01 I’ve got a life, I’ve got things to run You call it “time off”, that’s a lie It’s “good luck if you beat the line”

Chorus

Prepare the others, I’m not askin’ This ain’t a request, I’m just passin’ PTO don’t mean paid time off It means prepare the others, good luck y’all Prepare the others, I’m not waitin’ You can cover, I’m just sayin’ I’m not playin’ you little game Today I’m out, remember my name

Verse 2

Two medics off, yeah that’s the rule How’s it always those same two Every weekend, every trip Guess I missed the insider tip Two hundred hours just sittin’ there Like a joke nobody wants to share Just plan ahead, yeah, I tried But you filled it before I blinked my eyes

Pre-Chorus

I’m not beggin’ for a day away Not refreshin’ screens all day If that’s the system, fine, okay Guess I’ll play it my way

Chorus 2

Prepare the others, I’m not askin’ This ain’t a request, I’m just passin’ PTO don’t mean paid time off It means prepare the others, good luck y’all Prepare the others, call it in Suddenly I’m sick again Couldn’t get the day, so lucky me Been waiting… called out sick at three

Tag

Oh you need coverage? That’s crazy… I needed a Saturday in June…

Bridge

Phone lights up, same routine “Short again”, like every week Keep on texting, I won’t bite Made my plans, enjoy your night

Chorus 3

Prepare the others, I’m not stayin’ You can fix what you’re delaying PTO don’t mean paid time off It means prepare the others, good luck y’all All this time I couldn’t use Now I’m done playing by your rules You had your chance, I played it fair Now figure it out, cuz I won’t be there

About this song

Paid time off sounds pretty straightforward.

You work.

You earn time.

Eventually, you use that time to not work.

Beautiful system.

Until you actually try to use it.

Suddenly there are rules.

Windows.

Deadlines.

Staffing minimums.

Limited slots.

Questions.

Forms.

And the strange expectation that you should somehow know exactly which Saturday you'll need off approximately seventeen years from now.

Meanwhile, the PTO balance keeps growing.

Hundreds of hours sitting there.

Technically yours.

Practically protected by a series of increasingly elaborate side quests.

Eventually that creates a philosophical question:

What does PTO actually stand for?

Paid Time Off?

Or:

Prepare The Others.

Because at a certain point, the relationship with time off starts to feel backwards.

You earned the hours.

You have the hours.

You're giving plenty of notice.

And yet somehow taking a day away feels less like using a benefit and more like requesting permission to temporarily escape the building.

“Prepare The Others” is the fantasy response to that frustration.

Not:

“May I please have this day off?”

But:

“I will not be here. This is your advance notice. Prepare accordingly.”

Is that necessarily how PTO policies work?

Probably not.

Is it significantly more satisfying to scream over a punk-rock chorus?

Absolutely.

Because time off isn't much of a benefit if the hardest part of taking it...

is getting permission to use what you already earned.

PTO:

Prepare The Others.

I gave you notice.

Good luck, y’all.

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