A WOMAN who lives for the weekend has had yet another dreadful weekend, she has admitted.
Emma Bradford, who works in low-paid temp jobs because she only cares about having absolutely legendary two-day breaks, stayed in, watched a film, and stayed in again.
She said: “I spend all week counting down to Friday, saying ‘three days!’ to all my colleagues. It’s basically my mantra. Everyone in the office loves it.
“I was so hyped – girls’ night Friday, mate’s bar opening Saturday, big date Sunday – that work even let me put my party playlist on. And leave 15 minutes early if I promised to tell them all about it on Monday.
“But when I arrived only two girls had shown up, and they were the shit ones. They only managed two drinks before they had to go early, so I was home on the settee on my own by 9pm.
“The bar opening got cancelled so I ended up watching the new Star Wars with my dorky brother, and the date didn’t happen because I’d tried to get him out on Friday night and then called him a ‘boring, dickless bastard’ when he said no.
“I don’t know what I’ll tell the office. Probably make something up. Oh well, five days to Friday!”
