RFP: Diary of an institutional salesman, part 13

It’s upon us again, dear diary, that most dreadful day for office workers around the world. True, the weekend is nearly within our grasp, and perhaps you think William T Fitzgerald is looking at his calendar upside down. But I refer to that awful tradition of self-immolation, that scourge of the white-collar male, that self-inflected wound that started out as a benefit but has morphed into a folly: Casual Friday.