that it will. 
Oops. that wasn’t supposed to happen…
On Fridays I like to say, “Is it Monday yet?”
On Fridays my previous boss would come in and say, “Crafter_Man, you did such a great job this week, I’m going to give you the next two days off.”
Back when I was a civil servant, there were a few running jokes, mostly mine.
I’d take any chance to be insufferably cheerful early in the AM.
“Good Morning!! Is everyone ready for another fun filled, slap happy day at the _______?”
Whenever the inspectors left, I’d either give them a Hill Street Blues style “Hey, let’s be careful out there.” Or
“Be safe, spread hate and discontent.”
The unofficial motto of the agency was “Please understand, we don’t care, really.”
Bureaucrats suck. But the best of us suck in interesting ways. (pre-empt ‘cunning linguist’ ref.)
I’m a lawyer.
The company I work for makes testing chambers that are used to subject products to extreme temperatures, humidity, pressure, and vibration.
The vibration testers are called ‘shakers’ or ‘shaker tables’, and the joke is that when a new employee is being given a tour of all of the products they say something along the lines of “Shakers? Why aren’t they call vibra… ooohh.”
About 20 years ago, I was a lowly bookstore clerk – huge line of customers and I was running out of change. My cute assistant manager (whom I did not know well) happened by.
Me: Jen, when you get a chance, I need some change.
Jen [distraught]: Your needs! What about my needs?!? [Storms off]
The customers who heard gave me an “uh-oh” look. She came back in about 5 minutes with change and a wicked grin.
For about a year, it was the deadpan answer to any request. What about my needs?