Working on Friday? WTF...

So it's no surprise that I hate working. There are a million and a half other things that I could be doing with my time instead of sitting here pretending to laugh at Dave's jokes. Consequently, I have managed to set up my schedule so that every weekend is three days long (I know... I rock). I have blissfully spent every Thursday night for the last year as the college student that I still wish I was... until now.

Alas, I am sitting here at work. I know, I'm not actually working, but it's the principle of the matter! As if I don't see enough of these people already :) So instead of conforming to the "usual" work pastimes of staring at the wall and stalking people on Facebook, I will give you the rating of my day thus far...

Wake up at 2:00 wide awake with nothing fun to do : -5
4:36... cue earthquake: 7 (That's sweet!)
Have no problem waking up on a FRIDAY: 5
Have to wake up on a Friday: -15
Get to wear normal clothes: 2 (Is nice, but I could still be in my pajamas)
Get to sit next to a clean person on the el: 8
Office is strangely awake/chatty when I get in: 5
Renee is going to drink with us today: 20!
Dave dances with the white man's overbite: 6
On my third cup of coffee by 9:04: 6
TOTAL: 39

Alright, this day rocks... But Dave and Mike are still douches.