casual f’in Friday
I rolled into work a few minutes late this morning (actually, I’ve been a few minutes late every day this week — I’m working on it, okay?) and as I went to tuck in my shirt I realized that I’d forgotten my belt. Well, fuck it, it’s casual Friday, right? I was already wearing jeans and some loafers, so I decided I was going to go ahead and walk around all day with my shirt hanging out.
Then, I decided I didn’t feel like wearing shoes, either. So I kicked those off underneath my desk. What’s the deal with having to wear shoes at work, anyway? Who decided that was a requirement? I’m clearly more comfortable without them.
I settled back into my horribly un-ergonomic office chair with my cup of coffee, and since I was reading Slashdot anyway, I put my shoeless feet up on top of the computer underneath my desk. That thing is nearly worthless anyway, so it works better as a footrest than at doing the mediocre job it’s supposed to do.
Casual fucking Friday. I like it. Maybe next week I just won’t wear pants, either.
All you need is a drink with an umbrella in it.