The work week starts a day early.
They say the weekend is Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
But turns out you have to start your work week at 8pm on Sunday night because you can’t go into work the next day looking a crusty mess in Cube City. It simply isn’t done.
So you can guess how I spent the end of my sacred respite.
Working on the weekend. Oh the iron-y
A Haiku about Ironing:
Crumpled, crinkly mess
Swish swish *steam* goes my iron
Now I can get paid