Working for the Weekend

It’s not my job, really, that annoys me so. I actually love what I do and the idea that I’m making a difference for those who have no voice. But here I am, in the middle of a Thursday afternoon, driven insane by the people I deal with on a daily basis, just wishing for a time jump like they do in the movies — you know, to move the plot along — so I can just get to the weekend already.


7 thoughts on “Working for the Weekend

  1. You’re there! You made it! Kick back, chill, do something that’s a complete waste of time but makes you feel good (wait, that’s an oxymoron, if it makes you feel good it can’t be a waste of time), and breathe…

    And have a cookie. And some chocolate.

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