I hate three day work weeks.
My body is convinced its Thursday. I'm just about ready to drive to the office and let myself see for itself.
"Go ahead, idiot. Unlock the door. Disable the alarm. Turn the lights on. See? No receptionist. Go ahead. Look under the desk if you must but she is not here. No-one is. THE PHONE ALWAYS RINGS DO NOT ANSWER THAT! NO! Bookkeeper's office is locked. No, she did not lock herself in nor did the occupants of the other locked offices. Break room is empty. Warehouse is empty. We're going home now. So help me If you wake up tomorrow thinking it is Friday.."