_{So much joy, wasted. It's Thursday. Dammit.}

I just spent five hours thinking it was Friday, on a Thursday.

The Boss Got Back Inside His Truck

^{I won't be seeing him again until Monday, I thought.}

I even said, "Have a good weekend," with a cheerful tone to go along with my half-baked smile.

"You won't be here tomorrow."

That's what I thought he said when I quickly responded with, "Nope! Can't wait to sleep-in!"

He was looking at his phone when I was finished saying my piece. I noticed his head jolt. He looked at me. Blank. He blinked three times, then his left eyelid twitched at least four more times while the right eye stared off into space. It all happened so fast.

Nothing was said, he drove away.

I should have been working.

^{Instead, I sat down(once the coast was clear).}

Ah yes. This is the life.

Such a beautiful Friday morning I had in the middle of nowhere, Canada.

Surrounded by tools, trucks, tractors, farm implements, and nature.

All I could smell was that sweet sweet delicious aroma of a weekend around the corner, until I went for a sip of that God of Nectar I had stashed away in the toolbox; coffee. I can't honestly say which smelled the best without feeling bad for the loser, so I won't.

Hmmm?

^{I thought.}

Why did he give me, The Look?

Oh well. Back to sitting around and doing nothing which gets boring rather quickly so I went for a walk.

The sun was shining. The birds were chirping.

One bird thought a metal building was made out of wood. This particular bird was also of the pecker variety.

_{Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting. Ting-ting. Ting-ting-ting. Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting. Ting-ting.}

I wondered if she was trying to tell me something. Was this Morse code?

I looked around to make sure I was still the only one there. I was, so I used the two wrenches I brought with me(as long as you're carrying a tool, you look busy) and proceeded to tell the bird to, "Please be quiet, you dumb bird," with my own series of ting sounds.

The Bird Refused

^{And these hoses aren't going to replace themselves, I thought.}

That was a fine way to eat up nearly two hours of my awesome Friday morning but there was work to do. Enough to keep me busy, until lunch, if I go slow enough.

Inside the shop. That's the last place I saw the heat gun.

I needed the heat gun, so I casually walked to the shop. Once inside, I noticed the calendar.

April 26, 2018

^{Thursday. Wait. What? How?}

I was walking back to the shop to get the extension cord I forgot when I realized what I had done.

He didn't say, "You won't be here tomorrow." He said, "You won't be here tomorrow?"

There's a huge difference.

So

^{Here I sit, again.}

I can't help but wonder if I pissed him off to the point of pure silence, and that's why he drove away like that without saying anything; or did I just accidentally score a day off tomorrow?

Three day weekend because I thought it was Friday today? Is this really how life works now? That's all I had to do?

Or should I just continue to do nothing today, then come in tomorrow and actually do something?

Maybe, instead of sitting in the shop and jotting all of this down on paper, I should go home...

3.5 day weekend!

Credits: _{All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me. "I should probably go back. For an hour, at least. I'll think about it."}

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