Could there be anything more evil than the mind that deviced the “fill your timesheets on friday” idea?
Think about it: Friday is the only day when the tiny cogs in the big corporate machinery feel a little warmth in their heart and have a little sparkle in their eyes. “So, tell me! What have you been doing all week?” asks the timesheet, with a devious smile, thinly veiled sarcasm and biting cynicism, knowing all too well that the question will strike terror in those meek souls. “Am I worth the money I am paid? Is my existence justified? What DID I do ANWAY all week long? Will I be fired? What am I doing with my life anyway?” There goes the “Its friday! Yay!!” bounce. The meek souls are now in “Am I a waste of water and precious minerals?” mode. The contented sly grin of the evil genius is hard to miss.
 Credit: Olin Shivers for “waste of water and …” expression. :-D
Why, you ask, that I assign gender to such an item of tracking?
Sometimes she will lure you in with a tempting smile to let your guard down, much like in Greek mythology with the Sirens.
"Its Friday! Yay!!" bounce.
Only to be driven up on the rocks and left fighting for your own survival:
The meeks souls are now in "Am I a waste of water and precious minerals?" mode.
Having realized you committed that dreadfull mistake after seeing the full extent of:
The contented sly grin of the evil genius is hard to miss.
However, if you choose to slack then it is an evil thing to have to think over an entire weeks worth of stuff. Who invites the evil?