Don't Do "Force times Displacement" on Sundays

Ahh, another lazy sunday. Again, I was sitting around, just staring at the wall visually what it would be like to have a TV in my room. Then EUREKA (again!), why not move my sister's tv in to my room. As I walked into her room, I stared down the massive TV. Why would I want to work on the weekend. FOOLISH! But the urge to watch tv in my room was just too great. I embarked on Operation: TV Displacement. Using my really, really, ridiculously huge muscles, I lifted the television, but as a sat there with the tv hoisted up, I realized I was in no position to move. Waiting there for what seemed like hours, the weight of the tv bared down on me and I applied an equal force upward to support the tv. I was sweating profusely, my arms shaking uncontrollable; how much longer could I take this. I was exerting a lot of force, and it felt as if i was doing a tremendous amount of work, but in fact, because there was no displacement, I did not do a single joule of work. After this epiphany I quickly put the TV down and realized my foolishness. I decided that instead of having to lift it and not do any work, why not drag it. Dragging it across the floor by the cord, I was doing work. The force I was exerting times cos of the angle of the cord to the ground multiplied by the displacement equaled the work. AHH, but FATAL ERROR! The darn ground had friction, causing me to exert an even greater force to overcome such friction. Perplexed once again, I asked myself WWDD (What would Doc do?). Clearly Doc! would be efficient and carry the tv. So I decided to DOC IT UP! By exerting the force in the same exact direction as the displacement and carrying it to not deal with friction from the floor, I would be doing as little work as possible, while still achieving the same objective. Thank goodness for the wise Doc!. Without this genius, I would've been working so hard on Sunday, and all good Christians know that we're not suppose to work on Sundays. Better yet, I should've followed Grandma's advice and let my dad do the work for me, because Grandma loves dad working, but hates Robert working. So remember: DOC IT UP!