I usually look forward to Fridays. Not only are they the last day of the workweek, but my boss leaves between 11 & 12 Friday mornings, leaving me alone in the office the rest of the day.
I can’t tell you how much I get done when she’s not here. So much work & non-work all gets accomplished on Friday afternoons because she’s not talking to me every 5 minutes, asking me to help write emails for her, or just fucking talking. SHUT UP already.
I don’t care about your fucking dead cat. It was sad 4 months ago when it happened. No one cares about your fucking cat anymore except for you.
Ahem…anyways. (Also the humming! Stop the humming or I will kill you. No – please don’t start singing. That’s just as bad. How could one person be so fucking tone deaf?)
(Sorry about the language mom & dad)
So, this morning I got into work a bit earlier than usual, because I knew we had a lot to accomplish before the boss left at
The only thing I like about my job is Friday afternoons (and the good it’s doing for my résumé).
So, now my day is ruined.
At least there will be a martini tonight. And sleeping in (until nine, maybe!) tomorrow.