Playah of the Week

The words that are typed on the page of this blog are dancing around with an eruption of an emotion called giddiness.  They have a little bit more cackle in their laugh after they disperse from a conference call among themselves to deliver a witty punch line or describe an ironic situation that poses as a humorous observation.  Dressed in casual attire, words can soothe the soul and stimulate the brain to process a scenario in high definition sensation and added sound effects in order to capture the reader’s attention.  What gives these words a weird smile on their face like that of Tiger Woods after having a “consultation” with one of his 30 plus lovahs? IIIIIIIIt’s Friiiiiiiidaaaaay!

Fridays put a different spin on life in general.  It’s the day whose glory has fermented within itself during the other four days of the week.  More than likely, Friday has hidden in the background and spiced its attitude with a splash or two of the special sauce.  I once gave it a breathalyzer test one week, and had to call a cab to give a ride home for the day.  It has had all week to prepare for the entrance of high spirits, and walks down the runway of Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday like a full-of- themselves fashion model; stopping at five o’ clock and giving it a sideways look with puckered lips pose. A punch of the time clock plays the role of the camera flashbulb and holds a still frame moment to the beginning of the end.   The final day of the work week portrays the jubilant appeal of a macho smiling bobble head doll that has its flaunting swagger dancing up and down its neck as to say, “Another week bites the dust, suckaz.”  Up until I was 27, I was convinced that Friday was really dressed up as Henry Winkler’s  The Fonz in the hit show “Happy Days.”  That gentleman had everything—style, substance, confidence and a snap of the finger that could trip the jukebox. Friday hosts some of the most “get jiggy with it” partays that enable the working class to wash away their professionalism in a bottle.  Friday seems to have more pull than a business’ administration, and more motivational prompting than a generic, pointless pep talk orchestrated by somebody who they themselves play the part of an Igor on “Winnie the Pooh.”  Friday overturns rulings of the prim and proper ways to conduct network interactions with its “let your hair down” demeanor.  This day of the week wears the feeling of joy and positivity as its cologne, and let me tell you, Friday bathes itself in it.  Bath and Body Works is currently working on a deal to bottle this attitude head turning scent and sell it on their shelves.  Paaahcing-- Paaaaching.  Hear the sound of the cash register bells riiiing. How many people are in a relationship with Friday on facebook?  I would say the whole employee population; especially, when you come every other week bearing gifts (dollahz).  I would venture to say that NONE are listing this little love affair as “It’s Complicated;” I understand that you only work one day a week, Friday, but if I could somehow pay you in funds that you didn’t have to report to the I.R.S., would you consider showing up for a brief appearance EVERY day? 

I leave you with this thought:  Do you want to know what Friday looks like sitting in a chair, gagged, and tied up?  Go in to work on a Saturday.  Enough said.