Friday, 10:30 a.m.
Someone pings me for a 3:00 roundtable. I delete the invite, and scoff at the monitor.
I resent the work-week for including Fridays. As such, I mentally checked out of work roughly two hours ago.
The end cap of the five-day stretch is designed specifically for late morning arrivals; two-to-three martini lunches; and, an opportunity to saddle up to the nearest cubicle that isn’t your own to hash out weekend plans with coworkers. At any point during any Friday, try to locate a coworker at her desk. She or he won’t be there.
So, then, there’s really only one thing to accomplish in the office on Friday: face time.
