As Larry the strip club manager once said to Budd in Kill Bill Vol. 2, “What are you trying to convince me of, exactly? [motioning to his elbow] That you’re as useless as an asshole right here?” This is exactly how one feels about Fridays in the workplace.
There is no real need of them. Everything that you’ve been pretending to do for the past four days has been well completed, and now you’re forced to while away what could be the better part of your weekend wondering why the fuck someone created a five-day workweek instead of a four-(or three-)day one. It’s a conspiracy, I tell you, a conspiracy.