After completing my third day of work I feel as I imagine a male steel worker with a mullet based in a 1980's Detroit would feel on a Friday afternoon; full of hormones, dying for a beer and having a desperate and undeniable need for belting out "Everybody's working for the weekend" while rocking a handle bar moustache and some kind of strip of fabric (very possibly a bandanna) tied around my head, Rambo-style.
And this might also be what is in fact going on right now.
Oh god how I hope it is.
Somewhere.
Somewhere...
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2 weeks ago
8 comments:
Tie the bandanna around your neck and you can belt out YMCA.
Get the weekend rolling in style.
I remember after my third day of work all I wanted to yell out was snore galore as I was tired as hell. Enjoy the weekend :)
that sounds like a 1989 pepsi ad!
This sounds like Flashdance!
Work it baby!
I have something for you over at my blog.
Oh God for a nice cold beer!
Of course it's going on somewhere. This is Melbourne. There will ALWAYS be a construction worker slugging down a coldie, or some buff gay guy in Fitz/Brunswick dressed as a construction worker chugging a Corona. I promise.
So...Bruce, you said.
Oh oh, it's Monday again. I hope work is going well for you. *wears rambo bandana and runs off*
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