It’s Friday

Another week, and another Friday.
Yesterday when I left work at 8pm, some <expletive> decides to say to me “Hey, Eugene, don’t you normally go home around six? Staying late today?
Does that matter? I get to work before 9am. I have a life and they don’t own me. Worse yet is that someone is obviously watching what time I leave. So, today being Friday, I think just screw’em and I’ll pack up and leave before six. Afterall, I’ve an all important dinner to get to!
icon_ltgray_open_quote Life is short, don’t let work get the way!icon_ltgray_close_quote