Friday has finally arrived. If you are like me it is a welcome sight for sore everything. Even though I don’t have a traditional workweek, I still like to kick back and celebrate its close. In fact, someone asked me my idea of a good Friday. I said, “A good Friday is where I write my ass off, reward myself with a Margarita and then try to explain to my wife what I had done all day.” I wrote a little Haiku to honor that Margarita and the Friday celebration. Hope you enjoy and have a great weekend.
English: Friday Street allotments (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Friday again. Man how the week goes by. I spent most of it editing my next book and I must say I like this one. I know you would like to agree with me, but it’s going to be a while till I get the thing out the door. Besides the fact that you will have to pick it up and read it before you agree or not, I have confidence you will.
The subject of my post today is to celebrate the week’s end with a quick Haiku that hopefully translates the meaning of Friday to most of us. Those of you who are lucky enough to avoid work can stop right here cause you will simply not get the meaning and social import of the words assembled. For the rest of us who must face the prospect of working each and every day here is my haiku homage to work.
Friday is a sweet day and even though I am chained to this key board, I look with envy to all the millions of workers who:
Get up before dawn
Get to commute on average two hours a day along with a couple of million of their closest friends
Get to reach a workplace filled with challenging and rewarding work
Get to take direction from kindly and intelligent managers
Get to hob knob with the cream of the crop of co-workers who all pull their weight
Get to fill out endless forms to request needed business supplies
Get to invent ways to get the job done with no supplies
Get to interface with interesting and sympatric customers
Get to eat lunch at their desk trying not to spill mayo on the Fisk report
Get to feel the pride of having produced great output for the day
Get to feel the accomplishment of surviving with no increase in pay for years
Get to work until well after sundown at the last-minute request of a grateful manager
Get to join the millions of friend on the commute home
Get to arrive home in time to pack on 2000 or so calories before bed on an already stressed body
Get to toss and turn all night in anticipation of a total repeat the next day
So here is to Friday and a wish for a happy weekend for all of you who have Friday as the end of the week. (if that same manager has not asked you to put in a few hours on Saturday)
