You’ve spent all weekend living your best life. Making those glorious 48 hours one big happy hour and swallowing more than just alcoholic liquids… Then you’ve battled through the hellish morning commute and barely finished your second iced coffee. And the week unfolds almost like clockwork…
MONDAY MORNING (9:00am)
You get called in to a meeting that didn’t need to happen.
MONDAY MORNING (10:30am)
You’re waiting for coffee number 4 and Sally from HR starts telling you about her wonderful weekend away with the kids on a farm.
MONDAY LUNCH TIME (1:00pm)
Somebody suggests going to get burgers and a little Pink Gin pick-me-up.
MONDAY AFTERNOON (3:00pm)
Post-Pink-Gin-pick-me-up.
MONDAY AFTERNOON (5:30pm)
You’ve (almost) survived the day.
TUESDAY. ALL DAY.
The ‘Terror Tuesday’ comedown is real. No amount of Gin can save you now.
WEDNESDAY (10:45am)
Due to your utterly repulsive attitude the two days before and arriving an hour late to work today, Sally from HR calls you in for a ‘Career Commitment’ chat.
WEDNESDAY (for the rest of the day)
I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
THURSDAY (all morning and early afternoon)
You showed up on time. It’s almost the weekend. Better get that online shopping ordered in time for next day delivery.
THURSDAY (5:01pm)
Your team asks you to stay late to finish a project. Duh, happy hour is only ’til 7.
FRIDAY (YAY)
IT’S FRIDAY, BITCH!
