Sometimes Fridays are really awesome. Because sometimes you manage to get up in the morning and go work out at the gym despite your mind's best efforts to convince you to just go back to sleep. And sometimes, you even finish your workout early enough to have time to stand in the ginormous line at Starbucks to get a nonfat sugar free vanilla latte as a reward for resisiting your bed's siren call that morning.
And then, to make your Friday even more awesome, you'll have a friend driving into town from Las Vegas, and you and that friend are chock full of good ideas for the weekend. Because the reason she's driving in from Las Vegas is so that the two of you can take another friend out for her 30th birthday, you'll be in an even better mood. You'll have this great plan about taking your glowingly 6 months pregnant Birthday Friend out sans toddler and hubby, for Thai food and the most awesome birthday cake ever and well-deserved mani/pedi time.
And you will really be looking forward to the time out with your girlfriends, because you just don't get enough of that anymore.
But then....
You'll get to work, coffee in hand, and you'll start checking your messages. And the last voicemail will break your heart into tiny pieces because it will be your Birthday Friend. And she will tell your voicemail that she is in the hospital and she has lost the baby and to please call Vegas Friend because she doesn't have the number.
When you call Birthday Friend's husband to find out what's going on, he will sound like he's in shock as he tells you what hospital Birthday Friend is at, tells you they don't know what happened, tells you they'll be inducing her to end this horrible situation.
You will have to call Vegas Friend and say "I have some really bad news" and Vegas Friend will start crying immediately when you tell her what's happened. And then you will have to tell your coworkers that you will need to leave early because you know that you and Vegas Friend will be going to the hospital as soon as she gets into town.
And you will curse the universe and wander around in shock yourself, and you will keep yourself from calling the hospital because you know that if you do, then you'll never get any work done and dammit, no managers are around and timecards need to get done so you have to, HAVE TO stay at work.
Fuckin' A, man. Can't just ONE of my friends be allowed to get through this year without a tragedy occurring?
And then, to make your Friday even more awesome, you'll have a friend driving into town from Las Vegas, and you and that friend are chock full of good ideas for the weekend. Because the reason she's driving in from Las Vegas is so that the two of you can take another friend out for her 30th birthday, you'll be in an even better mood. You'll have this great plan about taking your glowingly 6 months pregnant Birthday Friend out sans toddler and hubby, for Thai food and the most awesome birthday cake ever and well-deserved mani/pedi time.
And you will really be looking forward to the time out with your girlfriends, because you just don't get enough of that anymore.
But then....
You'll get to work, coffee in hand, and you'll start checking your messages. And the last voicemail will break your heart into tiny pieces because it will be your Birthday Friend. And she will tell your voicemail that she is in the hospital and she has lost the baby and to please call Vegas Friend because she doesn't have the number.
When you call Birthday Friend's husband to find out what's going on, he will sound like he's in shock as he tells you what hospital Birthday Friend is at, tells you they don't know what happened, tells you they'll be inducing her to end this horrible situation.
You will have to call Vegas Friend and say "I have some really bad news" and Vegas Friend will start crying immediately when you tell her what's happened. And then you will have to tell your coworkers that you will need to leave early because you know that you and Vegas Friend will be going to the hospital as soon as she gets into town.
And you will curse the universe and wander around in shock yourself, and you will keep yourself from calling the hospital because you know that if you do, then you'll never get any work done and dammit, no managers are around and timecards need to get done so you have to, HAVE TO stay at work.
Fuckin' A, man. Can't just ONE of my friends be allowed to get through this year without a tragedy occurring?
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