It's Friday morning here in OZ, and I've just stood outside in the baking 'Spring' sun (hey, wha'sup Global Warming?) with one thought on my mind If this verchacte Fire Drill means my espresso has gone cold there will be hell to pay.
I don't like Fire Drills. I understand why they are necessary, and I don't mind the opportunity to get away from my desk, but they are inevitably kind of lame don't you think? People seem to be divided into two camps during fire drills. The oddly jolly, those people who have grabbed their coffee cup and packet of smokes and treat the whole thing as if they are gathering to sing happy birthday to Debbie The Receptionist, or say farewell to Dave Fom The Mailroom after 25 years of service. The other camp, are the listless and somewhat jaded, like 15 year olds that have been forced to make nice for a photo with their 9 year old cousin. I kind of fall into the latter group, only in this instance with a serious need for some sunglasses and a layer of desperation for the first coffee of the morning. Not pretty.
Anyhoo, that fact that it's Friday means it's only one sleep to the weekend. Not just any weekend but a Haircut Day weekend. Woot! I love getting my hair cut, it's like a short cut to improved self-esteem, with a complimentary espresso. Aside from that my weekend is almost plan free, which seems kind of delicious and self-indulgent after the business of the past bunch of weeks.
The weather forecast is HOT, so it'll be a shorts & slides kind of weekend. I might try and catch up with some of the friends I neglected over the winter, maybe even grab out the little black book and make a booty call or two.