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I Heart Friday
March 20, 2009
Blog, Live Blogging
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It’s finally Friday.

Boy, this has been a long week. It’s been a blur of company meetings, people dressed in green (I’m assuming because of St. Patty’s Day), pink eye and caffeine headaches. But none of that matters now because it’s Friday.

If I could marry Friday, I think I would. We’d go on a cruise of some sort for our honeymoon. I’d relax and see the sites, and Friday would…do whatever it is Fridays do. It would be bliss.

Of course, the problem with this idea is it would only be a matter of time before I’d have eyes for Saturday. Call me a cheating jerk if you must, but there’s just something about Saturday that makes Friday look like Tuesday.

Heck, I’m calling the whole thing off.

Sorry, Friday.

I never meant to hurt you.

11:02 AM

When historians sit down to rewrite history books, I hope they remember to include this little gold nugget.

11:59 AM

The new co-worker who is my age snuck up behind me in the break room and tried to give me a heart attack.

I was getting a cup of coffee when all of a sudden I hear a loud “Good Morning!” directly behind me. I avoided the urge to scream and/or flow (fling or throw — take your pick) my coffee into the face of the loud, mysterious lurker. Instead I turned around, noticed who it was, smiled, and replied with a “good morning” of my own.

This is now the second time she has greeted me, and both times she’s spoken very loudly. Either she is hard of hearing or she thinks I am. Or perhaps she just wants to be memorable.

“If I speak so loudly it hurts his ears, and if I sneak up behind him and scare him while he’s pouring hot coffee, he’s sure to remember me.”

If that’s what she is doing, it’s a genius plan.

12:26 PM

This one makes sense if you’re familiar with Dennis Miller. Otherwise, much like his funny, elaborate metaphors involving allusions to obscure people, places, and things; this comic strip will likely make you scratch your head and reach for the Advil.

1:24 PM

We all wept for joy on the day the following happened.

Right.

Come on, now. I couldn’t have been the ONLY person to throw a “Paris Hilton is in Prison!” party on this blessed day.

1:57 PM

Dear God. Thank you for everything You have given me. Thank you for my friends and family. Thank you for my good health and my job. You have truly blessed me.

That said, please make it so that Angi makes a typo in an upcoming blog post on her site. Let it be a really, really embarrassing typo. And please give me the vision and awareness to notice said typo before she does.

Thank you for giving me a friend like Angi who proofreads my blogs and points out the silly typos I seem to make on a frequent basis. She’s tops.

Amen.

(evil laugh)

2:22 PM

Would any of us be surprised if this is how their initial meeting really went down?

3:40 PM

I realize quite a few of these comic strips make me come across as female-obsessed, and for that I apologize. With that said, here is one more.

4:16 PM

If you’re like me, the computer monitor at your work is covered in post-it notes. At this moment, I’m looking at a yellow sea of sticky paper.

But the thing is…I’m pretty sure most of these have long outlived their usefulness. For example, here is one about time charging for August 2008.

Here is one with just a series of numbers. Is that an address? Did some girl give her phone number and I, for whatever reason, just stuck the thing to my monitor?

And here’s one, in someone else’s handwriting, that says: “AH-02 STANS Detail tabs disappear shipment suspense tabs ok.” What the heck does THAT all mean?

The only one I can make heads or tails of is this one that simply says, “Get more post-its from the supply closet.”

5:50 PM

I think a radio station should hire me to select their playlists.

My taste in music is amazing.

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