TGIF
Two days of the week I really love are Friday and Sunday. When you wake up on a Friday morning, it gives such a exhilarating feeling to know that just 8 or 9 hours later you will be free of this hell-hole called Office for the next 24 hours or more J. And when it is a long weekend (ie. Monday also a holiday) ; then Fridays are all the more beautiful. The Office is almost empty by afternoon, lines in the lunch room are non-existing, you can see the white lines separating the blocks in parking lot – which otherwise you would never even know exists, by 4 even the most workaholic in the office comes over for a chat remarking that the minutes hand in her watch is inching ever so slow, after much hemming and hawing you break the restraint – throwing the 8-1/2 hour rule out of the window and rush out into freedom! Almost every other routine that is set-up for the other 4 days is broken. No Gym also J. If there is work to be done also, I cannot sit for a second after 5 on Fridays – I would rather finish it up over the weekend, but the mind simply cannot be coerced into finishing it on a Friday evening.
My Friday evenings are mostly spent waiting on one foot (then on the other after some time) for the Mr. to arrive, often accompanied with a zillion calls to his cell to demand why he is still working - at 5 on a Friday evening. We shove all problems into the our office cabinets and chat happily while going home to enjoy a hot cup of chai with assorted items – biscuits , murukku, pori-mixture combo, or a paratha, or a sandwich – while making plans for the weekend – which always ends up undone. I love making a list of To-Dos for the weekend and crossing off things as they get done.
Eating out on Fridays is almost like a ritual, unless there are zillions of left –overs in the fridge. I simple cannot make myself to cook something on a Friday evening. Most friends here catch up a movie on this evening. Unfortunately for my Migrane, we cannot afford this luxury.
I hate getting any “bad” official/otherwise news on Fridays. Somehow I feel that they are acceptable on any other day, but it is too cruel to be getting them on a Friday. A Friday evening is almost like the auspicious puja done at the beginning of any new venture(the weekend in this case).
I am Glad today is Friday … Aren’t you?
My Friday evenings are mostly spent waiting on one foot (then on the other after some time) for the Mr. to arrive, often accompanied with a zillion calls to his cell to demand why he is still working - at 5 on a Friday evening. We shove all problems into the our office cabinets and chat happily while going home to enjoy a hot cup of chai with assorted items – biscuits , murukku, pori-mixture combo, or a paratha, or a sandwich – while making plans for the weekend – which always ends up undone. I love making a list of To-Dos for the weekend and crossing off things as they get done.
Eating out on Fridays is almost like a ritual, unless there are zillions of left –overs in the fridge. I simple cannot make myself to cook something on a Friday evening. Most friends here catch up a movie on this evening. Unfortunately for my Migrane, we cannot afford this luxury.
I hate getting any “bad” official/otherwise news on Fridays. Somehow I feel that they are acceptable on any other day, but it is too cruel to be getting them on a Friday. A Friday evening is almost like the auspicious puja done at the beginning of any new venture(the weekend in this case).
I am Glad today is Friday … Aren’t you?
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And more so because I am the lazy kind who would love it if somebody gave me my paycheck without having to go to office for 5 days!