A Case of the Fridays

I love Friday. What's more is I love Friday afternoon. I actually love Friday around 5 or 5:30 the most, but the hardest part about Fridays is making it through the entire day. I mean, I find myself wanting to leave as soon as I get to work. It's hard to focus on anything work related...especially when your boss is annoying. He expects magic tricks and mind reading from me most days but Fridays are worse. That's mainly because I don't see him for the majority of the day (I know he's out screwing around, visiting buddies, taking extra long lunches that involve several libations) so he's constantly calling me and asking "Hey, can you find out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?" and ridiculous crap like that. I don't know if it's so I'll "think" that he's out doing important advertising stuff or what. I'm not stupid. So I sit here all day, counting down the hours, and praying that I don't have some lame ass task to complete before the end of the day. What's even worse is when he waits until about 4:45 to ask me to do something that he knows is going to take a long time when I haven't been doing crap all day and could have done that to pass the time. If he ruins Friday for me I'm gonna be so pissed:)