What is it about Thursday that is absolute garbage? You’re so close to the end – you’ve endured so much. Blessed weekend is close enough to feel the copious amount of carbs, alcohol, and poor life choices on your face.
But alas, you are not free yet. There are still 10 meetings, 150 Slack messages, two projects, and several awkward emails between you and 48 hours of bliss.
Maybe that’s just me.
They say that sitting will kill you.
I say it’s this desk.
The flowers to my left have
Beautiful. But dying.
Aren’t we all.