Friday is the worst day in the world to work.

The worst.

There's always an emergency.

ALWAYS.

At the end of the day, and everything has to go to shit, every fucking Friday. It's the law.

On Monday, you expect everything to go to shit, I mean, it's Monday for Chrissake. It's the law.

But Friday?

Give me a break.

I just want to go home, hide my head, take some drugs, and sleep.

That's it.

That's simple.

Not stay at some petty job because Osha needs an extra person here incase crazy Alzheimer patient up and dies and we need someone extra to dial 911 while the other two do CPR.

Jesus.

Now I get to go home in all the Raiders-49ers-Giants traffic.

Gah.