Oh, for real. Today is my day. Imma play YouTube, Imma troll Republican blogs with sex-chat links and eat turkey bacon sandwiches. I've got my feet up right now, too.
You must be crazy to be working on a Monday. I hate working on Mondays and would gladly work any Friday you throw at me. You wanna know why? Because no one does anything on Friday anyway, and that is the day "most people" make copies and fax stuff before 5:00 EST. What a cake walk Friday is. Friday is Bring Donuts Day, and Fuck Around Until You Punch Out Day.
Monday is different. You have to show up on time on Mondays, after sleeping poorly the night before. Then it's through the gaunlet: drive to work, see the receptionist, get your mail, make twenty bazillion calls before lunch and try to get home before it's dark outside. I can't live that way. When I turned 39, I made a pact with myself to never endure a Monday in an office. The resulting financial instability is nothing compared to my lowered blood pressure and sunny outlook every week.
Ferris Bueller - Twist And Shout
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