Fridays are nice, right? It’s normally a chill day at the office. A bit like Christmas Eve. You know, you still gotta work but bleh, there’s a drunk elf around the corner and you are going to join the party in a few hours. 

But not this time. Not Friday, the 22nd of March, 2019. 

This time it comes as the only working day in the middle of what could’ve been an otherwise long weekend. 

Now I know what Obi-Wan Kenobi felt like when Anakin turned to the dark side. 

Imagine, you play Holi all day on Thursday. You’re tired as shit. Plus, all the colours haven’t even washed off, because some asshole thought it was a good idea to look like one of the zombies from The Walking Dead!

So you end up going to work, looking red and blue and some shade of that fish from The Shape of Water.

Why the fuck does anyone use colours that don’t wash off? 

And sometimes, you would still be smelling of raw eggs. Because, apparently, that’s a thing!

Also, you’ve put in so much effort being an extrovert all day, you desperately need some me-time!

So not having a day to recover from that would totally suck, given that you would definitely like to party on Saturday, right?

But if you can’t recover, there’s no party on Saturday. That’s a weekend gone!

And I could have been at home, feeling Saturday vibes and not doing this after Holi. 

And I get people reading this will be like, ‘Eh, why don’t you take a leave?’ Yeah, except a lot of people already have and your boss is too much of a dick to give another one of you a day off.

You fucked us over Friday. Like big time, man. You sold out. 

So fuck you Friday. We love you and every week, we look forward to you. We await you like our own newborn baby.

But this week, you are just a bratty teenager who puts himself over everybody else. You are the one that makes parents think, ‘We should have used protection!’