Thursday is the new Monday. Or is it?
Our team of Prophets of the Apocalypse, gathered in the dimly lit, smoke-filled conference room, pondered the meaning of it all.
As we sipped our lukewarm coffee, we discussed the impending doom that was surely coming our way.
Our fearless leader, Prophetess of the Damned, gazed into the abyss and proclaimed, "We must adapt, or perish!"
The rest of us just nodded in agreement, while secretly wondering if it was too late for us to start a 401k.
Some of the team members were more optimistic than others. Read about the Optimists' Corner
However, not all was lost. We still have the Catering of Despair to look forward to.
Or, at least, the snacks.