Friday

When everyone talks about wishing Friday would hurry up and come, I just nod and keep quiet. I hate the weekend. I’d rather be at work, in my cheerful cubical with its images of islands and palm trees, than running Saturday errands for my mother. She . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

7 thoughts on “Friday”

  1. I only had to survive ‘til Friday. It should be doable.

    I know what you’re thinking… Most people have to. I promise my “survive ‘til Friday” is harder than yours. This isn’t the work-my-day-job, hate-this-can’t-wait-to-leave-work kind of job. This is the no-really-I-hope-I’m-still-alive-at-the-end-of-the-week kind of job. You’ve heard of contract assassins… I’m a contract target.

    You see, after murder was legalized in 2025…

  2. …interesting story.. Here’s mine:
    FRIDAY
    The apprentice chef arrived at that 5th Avenue restaurant 9 am Thursday.
    He walked over to his boss, ready for instructions.
    Learn our daily menus. For example, today, Thursday is BROIL day;
    everything’s broiled. What’s tomorrow?”
    The apprentice scanned the menu list, and confidently said “Tomorrow
    is FRY DAY (Friday)!”
    by Wendy Lee Klenetsky – 61 Helen Avenue -Freehold, N.J. 07728 – wenbowl@gmail.com

  3. She is elderly and ill. Being an only child means I’m alone to take care of her. It’s not that I don’t love her, but……. Sometimes I feel like she’s sucking the very life out of me. Once I finished with making her happy, there’s no time for me. No time for friends, for sports, for outings. It’s hard work with no pay. Sometimes, I just feel like bringing her to a nursing home. But I won’t. I never do. She’s my mom. That’s it.

  4. My husband won’t speak to me. My kids have been staying at their grandparent’s while we work through our “issues.” Only, he won’t look at me. If I go to the kitchen to grab something out of the fridge, he leaves the room to sleep in his man cave.

  5. The alarm had startled Sabine, and she debated whether to go back to sleep or simply get out of bed. She had left the radio on and the classical music wafted softly in the background making her pensive and introspective. The day was sunny and the morning cool; a prelude to the fall weather that was soon to arrive. From the partially opened bedroom window she heard the sounds of geese honking in the distance, and she surmised that they were on their way south—a sure sign that autumn was just around the corner. Since it was Friday, she decided to also take flight and hit the ground running.

  6. The first thing that came to my mind when I saw “Friday” was the name of the character from that novel I could not really remember. I don’t know why. I remembered him as a dumb boy encountered on that island but could not quite grasp the title of that novel. Was it Treasure Island? I just looked up on the internet. But after a frantic ten-minute search, I still could not find it. So I just typed in about every day of the week till I found “Robison Crusoe.” But of course, I thought to myself. What a stupid, idiot xss I am. No wonder this came to my mind. Even though I talk a lot, I’m just as dumb as this character.

  7. “Man Friday. That’s what you are. ”
    He stopped his walk ,to give me a strange look and shrugged his bony shoulders before walking on ahead.I had to run to catch up.Breathless, I still continued to accuse him, “So you agree you have reduced to being his slave.”
    He stopped, turned to look at me, threw his head skyward, and guffawed. Perplexed, I continued to frown at him.We were beginning to attract looks.I bend my head and resumed walking, he too, followed. Still exuding mirth,he countered,”but you have to hand it to him, I lost weight because of him.”
    I looked at his bony, gaunt frame and sighed. “What a way to lose weight!” I thought.

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