Garfield was spot on when he spoke about Mondays. This lazy feline, who never once had to get up for work, knew all too well that Mondays are cursed.
If there’s a day when I forget to bring something important to work, it’s Monday. If there’s a day when I spill my coffee all over my desk, it’s Monday. If there’s a day when a co-worker will call in sick or get stuck in snow or have problems getting kids to daycare, it’s Monday.
Monday is the ultimate scapegoat of our work week. If anything goes wrong, blame it on Monday.
You would think Tuesday would be better but frankly, it isn’t. Tuesday struggles mightily to escape Monday’s dark shadow. Monday’s antics are so taxing that Tuesday is simply – tiring.
If there’s any hope to be had, it comes on Wednesday. This so-called hump day (not “humping day” as my co-worker from France once thought), can at least give the impression that the weekend is near. You may hear some hopeful chatter if you listen carefully through the office walls: “I may go up to the lake...” or “There’s this concert...” But it’s inevitably followed by “...but plans could change” or “...the weather might not cooperate.” Blah, blah, blah, it’s all so Wednesday.
Thursday is different. Thursday gives reason for optimism. People will greet you in the elevator on a Thursday. There’s something in their eyes that tells you, I might just call in sick tomorrow to get an early start on the weekend.
Why anyone would want to skip out on a Friday at work baffles me. That’s the day when the marching band parades down the street in front of you as you tap to the beat on your steering wheel. In the office, someone brings donuts – actually, two people bring donuts, because Joe didn’t know Sara was going to bring some!
Friday is full of friendly banter and long walks down the office hallway with donut in hand. “Hey, you, what’ve you been doing all week? Haven’t seen you around. Okay, let’s touch base again... maybe next Friday?”
Friday can end in any number of ways, but hopefully you don’t party so hard you forget it all. Try to savour these final few hours of bliss, because there’s a great unknown waiting for you.
It’s called Saturday. You never know what to expect on Saturday. It’s inherently unpredictable. You might just wake up an hour before your alarm would normally go off with the realization that there’s work to do.... Cleaning, yard work, maybe even some painting! Saturday quickly does not live up to its billing. The kids are demanding, your spouse is flustered, and the cat is clawing on the curtains. That’s when you realize you’re out of milk.
Sunday is an improved Saturday, but can also be a roller coaster of emotions. If you go to church, the devil is at work, keeping you and your family from leaving the comfort of your warm home. If you don’t go to church, the devil is at work, keeping you from watching that football game you were counting on all week (hey, have to blame it on someone!)
Thankfully, it all comes together Sunday evening, that blessed time in the universe when everyone is settled and in sync. Your kids are peacefully playing that board game you were struggling to learn all afternoon. The cat is curled up by the fireplace. Your spouse is giving you a backrub while you watch another football game. It’s time to meld as a family, to cherish a rare moment of peace and tranquility.
Because as we know, Monday is right around the corner.
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