…it will be the weekend again! I’m SO done with this week. It’s a short week but it is dragging its butt. I hate that. I would like to have a conversation with this week about it.
Me: You know, it feels like it should be Friday.
Me: Well, it seems like I’ve already put in enough time that the weekend should start tomorrow.
Week: Huh, oh sorry. I’m exhausted, so I’m just running in slow motion.
Me: Well cut it out! You should be fast! I want the week to end.
Week: Why, what’s your hurry?
Me: I’m tired of February, for one thing. After this week, it’s only 2 business days until March. March is our reward for making it through January and February. Spring starts in March.
Me: Dude, I’m talking to you!
Week: Whatever. Hey, is it bacon day yet?
See, even the week looks forward to bacon day. But it’s not bacon day yet, and I wanted bacon this morning something fierce. So that just put me in a mood because I can’t have it until tomorrow. You know, it occurs to me if the cafeteria ever stops having their little buffet thingy on Fridays that the whole building will go on strike. That’s how much people like bacon day.