Oh the magic hour: the last of the workweek.
Well, if yours is anything like ours it’s not actually all that magic – it’s rather terrifying.
So for those of you in the grind, we hope you can associate with the stream of thoughts that plague the best/worst 60 minutes of our lives…
Only an hour to go, only an hour to go, only an hour to go…
Less than an hour to go, less than an hour to go, less than an hour to go…
Should I go to the bathroom? I don’t have to but it would kill five minutes.
Did I forget to wash my hands?
Will anyone notice if I just close my eyes a little. Only for a minute.
What am I going to drink tonight?
Can people tell I’m not working or do they just not care that I’m not working?
This is when I used to get high before I joined the ‘real world’. I’ve changed.
I should try and get some weed for tonight.
Is the clock broken?
I should text someone to make some plans.
I’m totally going to go to the gym after this and put in a killer work out.
What am I going to drink though?
They better not want to go to a club. There’s no way I’m dressing up to go out tonight.
What am I going to wear?
I’m hungry. Hella hungry. I could eat everything right now.
I shouldn’t have had that last cup of coffee. Definite mistake.
F*ck the gym, I’ve worked hard this week. I’m going to get my drank on.
I swear to god if anyone sends me more work at this point I’m going to break my computer to get out of doing it.
It’s really happening. The clock isn’t broken – TIME IS MOVING AND THE WEEKEND IS HERE.
Are you f*%king kidding me? TWO minutes? That was an eternity.
I should go to the bathroom again. Who cares if someone notices, I’ll just hold my stomach and make a weird face as I go – no one questions that combo.
Nice. Feeling good. I can do this.
Okay, the clock on my phone has officially stopped. I’m going to break something.
Breathe. Big breath, big breath, innnnnn and oooouuuttt.
I’m shutting everything down. I’m out suckers, if you can’t contact me the day is over!
Sh*t, House of Cards was released today!? Well, I guess my weekend is screwed…