Summer Friday
Me: Alright, so I’m going to leave at one.
Boss: Uh, why?
Me: Well it’s summer… we close at 1, I figured this year I’d participate in that.
Boss: Sure…
Me: No? You want me to stay? I’ve been in at 730AM this whole week, I figured by Friday you’d be sick of me.
Boss: Oh believe me, I am. Summer Friday’s irritate me but, if you’d like to be homeless and have absolutely no work ethic, feel free to leave.
Me: Great! See you Monday!
