When I was in High School, back in the 90s, I took a “business management” class. The teacher had been an auditor on Wall Street, and still maintained some side work as a tax accountant for some wealthy clientele.
Every Friday, he came in with a copy of the Wall Street Journal, wearing his usual expertly tailored suit, sat at his desk in the front of the room, and asked the class “What day is it?” The class would answer in unison, “Its Friday”. “And what happens on Friday?”, he’d ask, to which we would all dutifully chant: “Absolutely nothing.”
He’d open his paper and we had the rest of period to do whatever, so long as it didn’t result in him being interrupted.
White collar fucking off on Fridays is nothing new.
True. 15 years ago when I was working at a large digital storage vendor, the joke was that Friday afternoon was for discussing each others' weekend plans; and Monday morning was for discussing the outcomes of those plans.
There's a Russian joke that takes it up to 11 - about a new manager who is assigned to a department, and on his first day he convenes an all-hands meeting and explains the new work schedule:
Monday: recuperating after the weekend
Tuesday: preparing for work
Wednesday: work
Thursday: recuperating after work
Friday: preparing for the weekend
After the presentation, he asks the audience if they have any question. The most senior employer rises and asks, "So wait, you mean we're going to toil like horses EVERY WEDNESDAY NOW???!"
(As far as I can tell, this dates back to Soviet times at least, if not earlier.)
Every Friday, he came in with a copy of the Wall Street Journal, wearing his usual expertly tailored suit, sat at his desk in the front of the room, and asked the class “What day is it?” The class would answer in unison, “Its Friday”. “And what happens on Friday?”, he’d ask, to which we would all dutifully chant: “Absolutely nothing.”
He’d open his paper and we had the rest of period to do whatever, so long as it didn’t result in him being interrupted.
White collar fucking off on Fridays is nothing new.