Last friday I was angry because I knew I had a weekend of studying ahead of me, so I really didn't appreciate everyone in my office doing that happy "It's Friday!" sing-songy thing that office people do. But I lived through the day. Then I made it to this week. I'm washing my hands in the ladies room yesterday and a woman at the next sink asked me how I was doing. I said, "Fine, how are you?" She said, "It's Monday!"
YES I KNOW! IT'S SO SPECIAL!
So today someone asked me how I was, and I said, "It's Tuesday!" all perky like that, and they did that fake corporate giggle and said, "Yup!" WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN, PEOPLE? they're all days! STOP!
It's November 13th!
If I'm ever your boss, and you TELL me it's friday or wednesday or whatever, I'm making you work weekends until you don't know the difference.
something tells me this is a fairly petty trite overdone complaint... sort of like people complaining about hot dog buns in 8-packs and hot dogs in 10-packs, but I'm not caring right now.