All these empty days, and nothing to stir the mind's creative juices.
All these stretched hours, and nothing to talk about except projects and status updates.
All these prolonged minutes, and nothing to watch except endless meetings and Netflix in bits and pieces.
All these serenading seconds, and nothing to hear except the ting-ding of Teams notifications.
But it's Friday - a day of relief, a day of redemption.
A day when I can finally shed the toxicity
Step onto the rain-soaked streets of the city
An evening that feels like compensation for all the nonsense endured through team chats, endless emails, and all the loud and quiet political plays.
Outside, the rain slowly washes away the week's weariness as I witness the birth of the weekend and the burial of the weekdays.
For two precious days, life belongs to me again...
