Humpday
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008 | Douchewords
I know, I know. The work week’s a damned chore.
And, let’s face it, you really expected that by now you’d have made your millions and be lounging on a yacht eating grapes from the delicate hands of nubile young debutantes.
Whereas, in actual fact, the highlight of your day is the exchange of meaningless gossip about last night’s American Idol while you wait for some godawful coffee to finish brewing in the world’s most broken coffee machine.
Sucks to be you.
But please, please, don’t refer to the middle day of the week as “humpday”. You’re my co-worker for God’s sake.
You might be the nicest person in the world; I might have a great, professionally-based friendship with you… but when you say “hump”, I think of the basest meaning of the word, the one that’s number 4 in the dictionary definition.
And the last thing I want to think about when we’re trying to agree on what we’re actually trying to bloody leverage is you, humping.
Sorry.
Thing is, “Wednesday” is a really awesome name for a day. It comes from “Wōdnesdæg” (Woden’s Day) or, in more familiar terms, “Odin’s day”.
Yes! The middle of the week is named after the fricking Chief God. And not just any fricking Chief God - the fricking Chief God of the fricking Vikings! Mad bastards with big boats, horny hats and a fanatical devotion to pillaging!
And if they heard you saying “humpday”, they’d burn down your village and kidnap your wife. Sometimes I wonder if I’m letting you off too lightly.
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