It's taking every ounce of effort not to fake an illness and take the day off. My boss is gone. The weather's hot and sunny and perfect. I can barely keep my eyes open. And so far, I have absolutely nothing on my plate, workwise.
The lack of work may change. In fact, I'm certain it will.
Maybe I should get out while the getting's good.
Contemplating playing hooky from work is kind of like imagining what you'd do with a boatload of lottery winnings.
In this case, actually quitting my job isn't really an option. I'll have to settle for daydreaming about spending the day soaking up rays, sipping lemonade, snuggling with the pooches, maybe catching a flick at the cinema.
Anyone up for Horrible Bosses?