“It’s Friday, Boss.”
“Yeah, time for pizza.”
Friday has arrived as it does each week typically. The prospect of spending a couple of days catching our breath makes Friday a particular day. I used to call it Saturday eve when I was a prisoner of organized commerce. Friday was the day to put on casual clothes and take a little extra time at lunch. Friday was also the day when company re-organizations would take place and thus became a “day of the long knives.” Even if this were the case, Friday was also the day the eagle pooped. Yeah, payday. Payday was a cause to stop after work for a couple of drinks and to celebrate making it another week, bi-week or in the old days, month.
I once asked one of my co-workers if he would like to stop after work for a couple of drinks. He said, “If I can only…
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Thank you for the reblog, Staci.
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