P.O.E.T.S. Day – The Post Cinco de Mayo Version

Yes I drew you in with a Cinco de Mayo reference in the title and no this has nothing to do with Cinco de Mayo. Sue me. P.O.E.T.S. Day – The Post Cinco de Mayo Version

This is a celebration of a great supposedly Scottish tradition I read about in a mystery series set in Edinburgh. P.O.E.T.S. Day: Piss Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday.

So weasel your way out of that cubical, fake an ankle sprain, have an aunt that doesn’t actually exist call about a house fire, unexplained abdominal pains are good. Get your way out of the office and to my bar a few hours before you’d normally piss off.

There’s a few decent apps that you can download that will place fake timed calls to your phone with whatever caller ID tag you want. The trick is to leave it out, open faced where people you work with can see it. When it rings with “St. Vincent’s Hospital” on the caller ID you are free to leave the office. Nobody is going to question. Just don’t get greedy. If you claim it’s your mother or kid in the hospital you’ll get a follow up question or thirty and there is the danger that they might meet your mom or kid in the future and ask how they fared.

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As Long As I’m on a Poetry Kick, Let’s Inaugurate P.O.E.T.S. Day

In the great Scottish tradition we are declaring a P.O.E.T.S. Day. Piss Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday.

Don’t let the weekend sneak up on you. Fake a cough, tell the boss your wife is having a seizure, maybe your dog is sick…. whatever. Get out of that place. Leave the office asap. We have beer and wine and you have suffered through the work week long enough. Run.

Today’s Poet’s Day is brought to you by the particularly depraved Dylan Thomas.

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