Midday Wednesdays are the absolute worst. You’re close enough to the weekend to smell it and feel it, but still far enough away that mailing in your work responsibilities and gliding to a nice easy finish is somewhat frowned on. Sure, you can hang out by the break room for a while, but Rhonda always comes nosing around and inserting herself in your slacking with her judgmental deadened eyes. NO ONE ASKED YOUR OPINION, RHONDA!
But fear not and rejoice, friends, because we are weeks away from those glorious days known as the NCAA Tournament. Those days where it’s basically accepted that productivity is zero if you even show up.