It is mother effin' Friday. Can I get a hallelujah? Amen! There was once a time where I dreaded Fridays (I know, I cannot believe it myself). Friday meant a day in banking hell. A very long day, filled with ranting, raving and utter craziness. By 11 o'clock I was done. Done, son! I tell you, retail banking is not for the faint of heart. You must have some cojones to make it through. Big cojones my friend, big. It gets better. Oh, yes it does. Our Friday would end at 6:30 ish only to be picked back up at 8:30 ish the very-next-day. Souls Sucker R' Us required that I work on Saturday (I cry just remembering it all).
And so, Friday, was never happy. They were torture. Slow torture. Nail pulling torture. Oh, and the best part? I only worked part-time. The days at the bank were so horrendous that I looked forward to my nine hour school days.
There was one good thing. And I repeat. There was only ONE good thing. I met these two lovely ladies (take a look at the picture below) and they stole my heart.
Now, my Fridays are easy breezy. My Saturdays? Alarm clock be gone. So, happy Friday!
Happy, happy Friday! Enjoy, be well, be awesome.
xoxo
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