This morning, I was a little bit late coming in to work. One of the smokers was out when I got there, having a pre-work cigarette, and we exchanged a few words.
Him: "Good morning."
Me: "Good morning, how are you?"
Him: "Well. I'm here."
Me: *laughter* "I know how that goes."
Him: "It's Tuesday!"
Me: "One day closer to Friday."
Him: "Yeah. It's sad how we keep wishing our lives away."
Which, I thought, as I walked into the building, is truer than I really thought it was, at first. But seriously. What else do I do all week long but plod through the workday and hope/wait/wish for the weekend?
Sad.
Posted by Liz at March 30, 2004 07:30 AM