I love Fridays. The only part that I dislike about Fridays, is the fact that it's "Bingo Friday" at work.
Bingo is the absolute bane of my existence. I think it is the most boring game ever, yet every Friday, I am forced to call Bingo for two. hours. straight.
I yell out the numbers at the top of my lungs, sacrificing my voice. Every week it goes the same way,
Me: (Even louder) AAYY-THHIRRTY!!!!
Mary: Did she say fourty?
Me: No, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY THHHHHHUUURTTY!!!.
Ethel: "OH, I-thirteen. Bingo!!"
We continue this bit for every number that I call.
And did I tell you that we have serious fights over Bingo?
I literally have to separate people over this horrid game.
They cheat, they yell, they swear at each other. We've even had to break up fist fights.
I get up earlier on Friday than any other day, because if I am even a minute late to Bingo, I have a crowd of power-chair-driving vigilantes ready to set fire and loot.
This weekend we are heading over to Las Vegas with my family for some much needed vacationing. I am so ready to relax by the pool, and people watch in the casinos. But if I so much as hear the word Bingo......
I will literally lose my mind.