Friday

F is for Friday. I'm not sure what I'd do without them.

My roommate has her hardest day of the week on Fridays- due to some scheduling changes, she has to open and close her preschool room on Fridays, all but guaranteeing an 11 hour day.

Last night she said to me, "UGH. Tomorrow's Friday. God I hate Fridays."

In her defense, I'd hate them too if that was my life. Yet the thought of hating Fridays was almost too depressing to really consider.

As it is, I have summer hours and so I only work a half day on Fridays from Memorial Day through Labor Day. It's pretty much the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. If I ever leave my current job and stay in Minnesota, a state where residency is justified only by the May-September weather, I will do anything short of working as a Tire center mascot to keep these summer hours intact.

TGIF, bitches

Yes, a tire center mascot really was the first thing to pop into my head when considering jobs with the best picture capabilities. It's been a long week.