Ever have one of those Fridays where everything seemed to go right? Work was light. You were on your game. No one screwed with you. You broke the tape of a long work week with your chest out and head up. If work was a sport you'd be an Olympic gold medalist. You busted out of your office light on your feet, anxious for the wicked awesome weekend to start. When you fired up your car to cruise home the radio station played not one but THREE of your all time favorite jammin' tunes that you hadn't heard in years. All was perfect in the world. If only you could bottle that moment in time.But alas, not all Fridays end that way. Far too often they come at the end of a very long and grueling work week where you pretty much felt like a human punching to everyone you crossed paths. Instead of soaring into the weekend, you were more like that baseball player rounding third, tripping on the bag, stumbling and bumbling until you finally face-planted on home plate. Like a boxer who was spared a severe bitch-slapping, being saved by the bell, you stammer to your corner in hopes that the cold splash of water, better known as the weekend, is enough to re-energize you into the next round. You find yourself dreading the coming work week instead of enjoying that very brief respite from the beatings you faced all week. But I tell ya, ya gotta lift yourself up off that mat, brush yourself off and look life straight in the eye and say, "Bitch, that's all you got?"
The next round belongs to you. Life may have gotten in a couple good shots but you're stronger than that and you can definitely take a punch. So enjoy the weekend. Put on some of your favorite tunes, pour yourself a cold one and take satisfaction in the fact that life still hasn't brought you down.
Besides, if Roscoe can handle the humiliation of a girly haircut, I can handle anything the week throws at me.
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