There's something about Fridays that makes everyone collectively decide that work can wait. Maybe it's the promise of a 48-hour break (which feels way too short when you put it that way), or maybe it's just the primal urge to mentally clock out early. By 3 p.m. on Friday, Slack is silent, email chains mysteriously stop, and half the team is "wrapping up" for the weekend. Translation: watching dog videos and scrolling through memes until it's socially acceptable to leave. The problem is that Mon…