When leaving early for the day from the office (don’t get me started on that by the way), my boss said “See you Monday.”

I don’t think he realizes its Thursday.

There’s no vacation slated and no holidays, so my prognosis is he’s trying to mess with me, like Jim did to Dwight in The Office.

The sick fuck is trying to start physiological warfare.

Now my week just got 20% longer because now tomorrow will feel like a Saturday.

That’s okay. I’ll just get him back by continuing to file my nails over his coffee before I bring it to him.

Basically, the usual.