And yesterday, Thursday, felt like a Friday for a number of reasons.
One was that I had a short day and another was what went on during that short day.
I overslept and woke up at 8:30 which meant that after a shower, dressing, bidding good day to my family, and a visit to the bank, I passed by by the front door of my house at just about exactly the time I should have been arriving at work, not beginning my forty-five minute drive. And forty-five minutes it was. I showed up at work at a quarter to ten.
Then about an hour and a half later I left, with the whole gang, for a two hour lunch. Ordinarily that would be a very excellent thing, and don't get me wrong, it was a good thing, but the circumstances which precipitated it were less than desirable.
One of my best pals is going to other employment. Yesterday was his last day. He's filling out paper work and getting 'badged' as they say, at his new place of business today.
Though unfortunate for me, it's very good for him and he'll only be a few miles away so he'll probly be able to join the gang for lunch on Fridays almost as often as he did before.
Since we had our big going-someplace lunch yesterday, I haven't started to get the Friday vibe yet, but as the hands of the clock sweep out the hours, the day grows old and I feel the weekend approaching.
Posted by Roger at November 7, 2003 05:06 PM