It’s Friday and one of those days when I’m just feelin’ the love.
It’s been a great week. Accomplished most of my goals, feeling positive, got a really nice compliment early this morning, will probably get some lovin’ tonight… Basically, it’s all good in the 'hood.
On Monday I was the evil doppelganger of the person I am today. Crabtastic, pissacious, angrified… This week’s Monday was so awful that I have finally realized I need to do some self-talk and change my mind about Mondays.
Oh. Um, er… Nope, I think I’m still crabby.
Sorry about that. A shitalicious week, it’s been. And Yoda, I am, apparently.
BUT, I’m seeing some friends this weekend that I haven’t seen in a long time, and I’m looking forward to that. So I’m maybe not QUITE as crabby as I was on Monday.
Pissacious. I love that word. It describes how I feel right now, because this is not a good Friday. (No pun intended.) My research assistants are piling on the work, and Monday is my last day at this job. Woo! So, for this one Friday/Monday combo, I’m flip-flopped. Come on, Monday!
…wanders out of the thread, humming “Everybody’s Working For the Weekend”…
Today I’m pretty much burned out and looking forward to Saturday when I can sleep late. No, wait, I can’t. I have to work tomorrow. You know, now that I think about it, the crabtastic, pissacious and angrified Missy seems to be coming back. Maybe I’ll just go out with my IT guy and drink lunch today. Yeah, that’ll work.
So, G(NLFH), hope you have a nice weekend, and I’m glad you’re feeling the love today. Happy days are good things! As for Mondays, do I have advice? Nope. I’m full of a lot of stuff, but advice ain’t one of 'em.
Nah, I got a good baseline going. Monday, Friday, whatever.
Of course, it helps that I have the bizarre job that I do. Mostly I sit here and wait for work that never comes. Kinda low-stress, so long as I don’t dwell too long on the idea that I could be fired on the spot if the Wrong People notice there isn’t jack shit for me to do here.
Most people must like Fridays. You never hear anyone say, [obligatory Office Space reference]“sounds like someone’s got a case of the Fridays”[/obligatory Office Space reference] (or any other day besides “The Mondays.”)
Now that I have a job where I work Monday through Friday and have weekends off I very much enjoy Fridays and feel better on this day. I enjoy the time I have to myself on the weekend and I can get a lot of things done. This wasn’t the case when I worked in fast food, where Friday just meant nothing more to me than a reminder that the weekend was coming once again. Back then the weekend was nothing to look forward to when I had to work both days about 95% of the time and that on weekends people were most likely to call in sick or just not show up. Add to this the fact that we were busier and usually too short-staffed to handle the rush. Weekends then were often long, tiring and frustrating days. I usually had Mondays off then, so I was one of those rare people who actually looked forward to Mondays.
I must be odd, but I find Tuesday is worse than Monday, because at least on Monday you start off relaxed from the weekend, and you can chat with colegues about what you did on the weekend.
I always Tuesday takes forever to end.
Friday is best though, unless there is a deadline
Monday - blah
Tuesday - blah plus one
Wednesday - apathy
Thursday - hopeful
Friday - relieved
I’d seriously like to know how to change that, too. I figure I’ve probably got 30-40 working years left, and I’m not sure I want 30-40 years’ worth of blah days!
I hate Mondays so much I start getting crabby on Sunday night.
Monday = sucky
Tuesday = 10% less suckier than Monday.
Wednesday = 30% less suckier than Tuesday.
Thursday = 80% not so sucky and then it’s Friday Eve.
Friday = Hooray! 8 hours to the weekend!
Saturday = Sweet, sweet freedom!
Sunday = Catching up on everything I should have done on Saturday, and then yuck! Monday is coming.
Screw you guys, I’m going home. No, really: I go home Monday after two weeks on my oil rig. So Monday will lead to a pleasure overload with my young lady friend.
