Friday, 9 October 2009

I imagine his name is Bruce

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...

8 comments:

Extranjera said...

Tie the bandanna around your neck and you can belt out YMCA.

Get the weekend rolling in style.

ladytruth said...

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 :)

Hipstercrite said...

that sounds like a 1989 pepsi ad!

mysterg said...

This sounds like Flashdance!

Work it baby!

I have something for you over at my blog.

NanU said...

Oh God for a nice cold beer!

omchelsea said...

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.

Ellie said...

So...Bruce, you said.

Dutch donut girl said...

Oh oh, it's Monday again. I hope work is going well for you. *wears rambo bandana and runs off*