every day i walk to work through our parking garage instead of walking through the main door. the woman who operates the little booth at the entrace of the parking garage is the most pleasant person on earth. every SINGLE morning without fail she says “good morning! how you doin’?”
but on FRIDAYS it’s the fucking best, because she sings a little song:
it’s friiiiiday
it’s friiiiiiday
happy friiiiiiiday
wooot! wooot!
i don’t want to overstate the importance of this song, but every friday morning i go up the elevator to my office and i feel INVINCIBLE.
woot woot!
