You ever have one of those weeks where by Tuesday it’s already been a hell of a week and by Wednesday you can’t believe it isn’t next week already and it feels like a goddamned month since the last weekend, Jesus Christ there’s so much work to do? One of those days where you realize you need to take a week off just to get all your shit together in your personal life because the place is a goddamned mess and the car needs this and that and there’s the taxes and shit but you can’t take time off 'cause your goddamned boss is a major league slapnad and if you did take a week off it’d just mean another 200 goddamn hours of work on top of the shitpile you’ve got now and fuuuuuck, you just now remember that you didn’t make that appointment with the dentist and there’s that other thing you need to do and Christ the thing with the guy and holy shit how is it not Friday already?
That’s because sometimes they slip extra days into the work week just to make it longer and more horrible. That day, ladies and gentlemen, is Flurbsday. Today is Flurbsday. Welcome to hell.