And then I'm late for work, I'm served an extra, lots of chinks in the metalworks... and I'm given a promise I'm going to be scolded.
Interestingly, I'm not too bothered. Because... Tomorrow's the END of the WEEK!
I have this weekly looking-forward-to-the-weekend ritual that I like to practise.
Each morning, I go into the office, walk to my Madam's table and go all high-pitched:
Monday: Good morning Madam! I am so happy today! You know why? Because today is FIVE days to the weekend! AND I'm looking forward to my vocal lesson which is only TOMORROW! Yay!
Tuesday: Good morning Madam! I am so happy today! You know why? Because I have my vocal lesson today!
Wednesday: Good morning Madam! I am so happy today! Guess why? Because its only THREE days to the WEEKEND!
Thursday: Good morning Madam! I am so happy today! Know why? Because I can count the days to the weekend with only TWO fingers!
Friday: Good morning Madam! I am so happy today! Guess why? Because in LESS than EIGHT hours, we will be FREE to PARTY! Yeah!
I've been doing that for the past few months.
But I bet my Madam feels like its torture.
Who cares? Tomorrow is FRIDAY!
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