I like em fast and easy

My fridays that is. I enjoy any day when the office is short one coworker and enjoy it 10 times as much when one boss decides he should be "golfing with clients" instead of working, but I thoroughly enjoy it when this happens on a Friday. Today is such a day. One of the office wenches, this is where I remind you that wench is another word for a dame regardless I still don't mean it in a nice way, has been on vacation for 2 days and one of the bosses worked a half day. BRILLIANT I said to myself. No you're right I said it out loud. And with my viva la raza fist. I made the executive decision that during the last hour and a half I'm not going to do any work. In layman terms this means I will browse the net, fart around, and glance at my work as I give it the finger and slouch in my chair. I'm enjoying this in the dark, we'll get into this in another blog, when i hear the mouth in the front office start brawking about something. I've named her mouth because she literally is a walking mouth. It's ok she admits to it. Then it gets louder and I hear male voices, this would be the warehouse convicts I kid you not, but they they're excons with only 1-2 tears, joining in. Of course I'm agitated because I can't read my gmail in peace. I waddled up to the front and find GROWNUPS arguing over a sangwich (that's sandwich for those who don't know). Not just any kind, but the kind that has been sitting in the fridge for a week and no one wants to claim. And I really mean arguing. Like they're some Somali kids who haven't eaten in years. You now the ones where the flies are fatter then they are. Sorry! I give my 5 cents, shut up. This is just a minor blip on the radar. I can't wait to tell you what else I have to endure at this place I call hell, I mean employment establishment.