What are the best and worst days of the week, and all the days in-between? Well, glad you asked. Your old pal Uncle Peerless has the answer...
Monday… Lots of folks think this is the worst day of the week, but look, you know what you are getting here. Yeah, yeah.
First day after the weekend, back to work, pay the mortgage. But it is what it is, and you know it’s
coming. Besides, you still have that
minty aftertaste of the weekend that just passed.
Tuesday… Hands down, this is the worst day of the week. That minty aftertaste of the weekend has been
replaced by the foul stench of the Monday just concluded, and you didn’t get
all the work done that backed up over the weekend anyway. Plus, you can’t see the peaceful shore of the
weekend ahead; it’s still over the horizon of…
Wednesday… “Hump Day.”
Better than Tuesday (or Monday, for that matter) because now the shore
is in view. You can detect the faint
scent of barbecue and beer, hear the softest shouts at the ball park or hear
the gentlest rustle of the leaves on the tree in the backyard.
Thursday… Things are looking up. You can see the waves gently lapping at the
weekend shore ahead. You are starting to
make plans, and they have nothing to do with answering e-mails, writing
reports, or meeting with bosses.
Friday… You’re almost there, but no, it’s not the best day
of the week. You still have some
unfinished work to do before you go home for the weekend. It hangs over you for half of your waking
day; you try to rush so you can go to happy hour or just get home and get ready
for…
Saturday… The best day of the week. Work is a receding memory, and you don’t have
any of the anxiety about next week. You
can sleep late, relax, get in a round of golf, play touch football, go to the
movies, have a picnic. The world is your
oyster.
Sunday… Sure, you can sleep late, but there is that low
rumble of thunder off on the horizon that signals a new work week starting
tomorrow. You can read the Sunday paper,
have a dinner with family, watch football.
But by late afternoon, somewhere, deep in the recesses of your brain, a
persistent voice is starting to warn you…don’t be late for the bus tomorrow,
you have an important meeting and have e-mails to answer. And it all starts anew.
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