Travel forward in time to 5:00pm on a Friday, thereby eliminating the agonizing wait for the weekend.

[Present Phil looks agonizingly at his computer screen, reading 9:41am, knowing that the day is going to crawl by.  He anxiously fires up his time machine, setting it for 5:00pm on the same day.  A bright flash of light envelopes everything.  Present Phil arrives at 5:00pm to find a future version of himself at his desk.]

FUTURE PHIL: Fuck, Phil!  You scared the shit out of me!

PRESENT PHIL: Uhh wait… what?  What the hell are you doing here?  I fast forwarded to the future.  Shouldn’t it just be me here?

FUTURE PHIL: Well, that’s because you’re an idiot and didn’t think through time travel.

PRESENT PHIL: Ahh shit…

FUTURE PHIL: Yep.  When I tried this 8 hours ago, the same damn thing happened to me.  You get to the future, find your future self (aka me) sitting here and then realize that another version of you is already in the future and you can’t just fast forward to the good parts.  I’m here already living the good parts.  And there’s no room for two of us, pal.  Do you even realize how much work you skipped today?  You gotta go back, dude.

PRESENT PHIL: Oh.  This totally fucking sucks.  So there’s really no way around this, is there?

FUTURE PHIL: Nope.  Get back to the present, dude.

PRESENT PHIL: So I guess in 8 hours, I’ll bump into my past self and be an asshole to him when he time travels to 5:00pm.

FUTURE PHIL: HA!  Yeah, I’ve actually been looking forward to this all day.  Now, if you don’t mind, I’m about to get out of here and start boozing it up for happy hour.

PRESENT PHIL: Shit.  Well, alright.  Have fun, I guess.

FUTURE PHIL: Hang in there, bud.

[bright flash of light]