When I was in High School, back in the 90s, I took a “business management” class. The teacher had been an auditor on Wall Street, and still maintained some side work as a tax accountant for some wealthy clientele.

Every Friday, he came in with a copy of the Wall Street Journal, wearing his usual expertly tailored suit, sat at his desk in the front of the room, and asked the class “What day is it?” The class would answer in unison, “Its Friday”. “And what happens on Friday?”, he’d ask, to which we would all dutifully chant: “Absolutely nothing.”

He’d open his paper and we had the rest of period to do whatever, so long as it didn’t result in him being interrupted.

White collar fucking off on Fridays is nothing new.