Weird friday happenings. Sitting at work and the water dude comes into the office. You know, the guy who changes the water bottle or brings full bottles.
Any who, I was minding my own business trying to figure out this tax problem when he said “Can I ask you a question?” and I said “Okay” not knowing what was coming out of his mouth. I mean, this man never says boo to me. So I thought, this is weird. ~enough internal dialogue~
He says “Are you Wicked?” My jaw dropped in my lap. Picked up my jaw and said “Yes, I am.” I know what you are going to ask “Did you leer?” Nope. Not even a smirk. Pinky swear.
He just laughed at me and left the office. So now I am scratching my head. No one at the office knows about this blog. No one even knows much about my book except I am writing one. So how did he know I was wicked?
A co-worker who just happened to see the whole exchange asked me “So you’re evil?” And I turned to her and said “Only on Fridays”.
I love Fridays because it is the end to my purgatory. Saturday is just hours away. Heck, Friday night is just as good as Saturday. The weekend is my holy grail and I chase it every week.
The weekend is when I can let my hair down and “party like its 1999”. Which for me is sleeping in until 7am, walking around in my jammies until noon and then having a leisurely nap on my oh so comfy couch. Sunday is for big breakfasts, the kind you can’t have during the week, and for slowly doing laundry.
During tax season no chores get done. By the time the weekend comes my brain is fried. So I am not even coherent enough to remember that detergent goes in the washing machine and not in the toilet.
So my whole point to this ramble is: Yes, I am Wicked. Yes, on Fridays I am evil (notice small letters, so I am only a little evil) and let’s all take a nap tomorrow. 2pm good for you? Meet you on the couch…
What are your favorite weekend rituals? Are you full of wickedness on Fridays? When its time to go home do you feel like you have been released from prison?
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