Most people would tell you that Friday is their favorite day of the week. And why not? It's the last workday before two days of weekend bliss; however, I always feel a huge rush of disappointment upon waking up on Friday only to realize that I must actually work the entire day to reach weekend-dom.
Enter Thursday... my solution to the favorite day of the week. I wake up on Thursday knowing full well that my week is not over but with the hope that the next day is Friday. No disappointment enters the scene, for although the weekend's in sight, it isn't yet painfully close. As it turns out, today is Thursday. The sun shining. It's going to be a good day.
Except for the fact that my coworkers are currently filling my boss' office with hundreds of birthday balloons. Guess who will be sent to a dark closet to pop each and every one? Oh yeah. That would be me. Similar to Buddy the Elf meets Jack in the Box. You know what I'm sayin'?