And a very ragey Friday to you, sir!

You guys. Happy Rage Friday.

If you've never celebrated a Rage Friday before, let me introduce you to the concept.

The History of Rage Friday:

One rainy Friday morning, two library pages were on desk duty at the local public library. Bleary eyed (and probably a little hungover), they stood (slouched) waiting for a patron. Suddenly, from the Community room came shreiks and growls and all manner of carrying on. The door flew open and 25 children with paper dinosaur heads came roaring (literally) out. The children's librarian followed, also wearing a paper dinosaur head and offered the hapless pages some left over muffins (maybe cupcakes, there is much debate in the lore of Rage Friday). The pages ate the muffins (cupcakes, whatever) and so commenced a strange day, filled with weekend anticipation and public library shenanigans. The strangeness of the day was blamed on the cupmuffins which were thought to be infested with the Rage of the roaring dinosaur-child hybrids and from that day on, whenever a Friday started with a treat and got weirder and weirder until it ended with whiskey shots at the Bird, that day would be known as a Rage Friday. Fin.

One page was me and the other was Jason, a legend for  his slacker abilities (shelf-reading, napping, same thing, right?) and three piece suits. I think the best thing about Rage Friday is that it's a surprise holiday. For example, today I got up and did my normal morning routine: trip over cat, go for run, shower, coffee, oatmeal, make lunch, rush out the door. Everything seemed normal at work too, just another Friday. Then BAM! someone says, "Hey there are donuts in the next office if you want one, and hey did you know that both of our bosses are going to a meeting and there's hardly any work to do?" and before I know what hit me, I'm eating a double chocolate doughnut from Robaires and riding the sugar high into another wacky day.

Whiskey, anyone?