here’s to you, friday

It’s Friday. Obviously.

::warning: i felt like bombarding you with photos. deal.::

I usually like Fridays, and feel generally upbeat – the weekend is coming. The weekend means booze.

Fridays are usually pretty laid back in my office. Today we even have a dessert party!

So, today I wore my bright yellow moccasins. It’s yucky outside, so I thought I would make up for it by wearing shoes that make me happy.

The iPhone doesn’t do these justice, but they are canary yellow and hella comfortable.

But the shoes have not maintained my cheery disposition like I had hoped.

Instead – this day is going down the shitter. And fast.

It’s mother flipping Fleet Week, and the sailors are everywhere. I want to giggle and look at them. I want to write inappropriate instant messages to co-workers as we watch them pass by our windows.

But even my sassy single office buddies are grumbling about the weather and not getting laid. THAT’S WHAT SAILORS ARE FOR, LADIES!

I tried to cheer everyone up. I tried to hold on to my last string of happiness. I suggested a Starbucks trip. I ordered a Venti Americano with a shot of sugar free vanilla. To give the boost I needed.

The snarky blond bitch obviously wasn’t listening. She handed me this.

Kids – that’s a Venti Iced Coffee.

I’m a pussy, so I just said ‘thank you,’ picked up the coffee and walked out of the Starbucks.

I don’t like to rock the boat.

Walking back to the office, I turned to a coworker and exclaimed ‘This day is going to fucking suck, isn’t it?’

She looked at me. Blankly. Then said ‘Of course it is. Of course. Let’s just get through this without killing ourselves.’

And now, as I type this, our office manager is blasting ‘Born to be Wild’ and it is overshadowing my depressing Pandora mix.

I want to rip my ears off.

So – here’s to you, Friday.

Go fuck yourself.