eight days a week

[06 Sep 2006 | Wednesday]

there is nothing worse than a cocky tuesday don't get me wrong... i love long weekends, especially Labour Day.... wrapping up summer, getting back into routine. however, i seem to notice an aggressive trend lately... these long weekends are a chance for those dreaded mondays to take a break from being the weekly villian and, like all good runners' up, if monday, for any reason, cannot fulfill its duties as said villian, tuesday will assume the title. and assume it does. and then some. lets take a look at our weekly calendar... Wednesday - "Hump Day" Half way through the work week! It's all downhill from here! Let's coast to the weekend. Thursday - Weekend is on the horizon. Often pubs and clubs will have specials and entertainment because, really, who cares if you're a bit hazy in the morning; half of your collegues and contacts have booked the day off and your boss will be leaving early anyway! Bonus advantage of filling in for Friday on 4-day holiday weekends. Friday - Hell YA! Saturday - A full day of bliss... from sleeping in to staying up late and everything in between. A getaway from the everyday. Sunday - Lazy Sundays...mmmmmmm. Often capped by a nice big comfortable dinner. Monday - I hate Mondays. Tuesday - errrrrr....... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... yes. as i was saying... tuesday is the silent partner. the middle child. tuesday gets no credit. zero identity. So, when tuesday has the opportunity to assume the monday position, it seizes the day (no pun intended - heh.) with such tenacity. it wants to be noticed. it begs to be heard. it oooozes with competitiveness. it wants to be a better monday than monday itself. and like the child that acts out in a deserperate attempt to quench their thirst for attention... the long weekend tuesday steps up to the plate and... * SLAP! * yup, it hurts. a comedy of errors. everything that can go wrong... does. you spend the first half of your morning trying to fix things and the second half setting off new explosions. at lunch something burns. all that is left for the afternoon is a) histerical laughter b) tranquilzers c) murder. yes, there is nothing worse than a cocky tuesday. that occasional bitch that haunts the pleasure of your long weekend. except, perhaps, the sneaky wednesday that smirks knowingly as she laughs in your face reminding you that you are rounding the hump and have 3 days to fit in a weeks worth of work. so much for coasting.