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Seven bloody days a week
2025-05-29
Each day of the week is viewed in a wholly different perspective by each individual, all depending on the kind of work they do, and with what frequency they adopt to carry out their role. I've stated openly many times that I'm a Monday to Friday gal who observes a 37.5 hour work-week, according to my submitted timesheet, yet I rarely take breaks or a lunch. I'd rather work through my lunch to keep up with the workload, rather than have to remain later in the day or to work during the weekends. All to say, I observe a reasonably regular routine when it comes to my work schedule.
And yet, I view each week day as its own entity and I regard this standard based on my emotional state of mind which fluctuates like a breeze curling in between the leaves of trees, swaying non-stop. At least for the past four years I've been posting a morning greeting on X and elsewhere with regard to the week days. I try to be amusing, despite my frame of mind on some days, all the while attempting to be original with these brief posts. So, here for your amusement are observations on each weekday, and some minor comments about our glorious weekends.
Monday: What Holy hell is this? Who in their right mind ever thought that Monday would be embraced as a fruitful day during the week. Surely not me. I'm not oblivious to the fact that most professionals arrive into work, triage their email, and then very quickly arrive at the conclusion they're swamped. Enter freak-out mode. Yet, oddly enough no work day during the week goes as quickly as does Monday, you slippery bastard. There was a song written about how much Mondays are disliked, based on an elementary school shooting that took place in 1979, where the gunman (female) when asked why she killed, had tersely replied, "I don't like Mondays!" This flippant response inspired Bob Geldof of The Boomtown Rats to write his famous song 'I don't like Mondays'. That expression became part of pop culture when graffiti showing these very words was flashed in the movie, The Breakfast Club. Perhaps everyone can relate to this expression, though maybe not the urge to randomly take lives. Oh Monday... it's nothing personal but you are truly, sincerely, unabashedly disliked.
Tuesday: Sleep feels better because the night prior to Monday is often fitful at best, which means your exhaustion on Monday will work with you when it comes time to sleep, rather than against you. And so you begin Tuesday hopeful that it will pass without drama, and if the weather is nice you'll be able to end it by enjoying a meal with friends, partners or family, a work out, a walk outside, or pretty much anything that suits your fancy. Decades ago this cherished day of the week was reserved for Tuesday night movies, when theatres slashed prices in half and theatres were packed. I miss these days. Back then, I loved Tuesday night movies. I'd hit my favourite theatre, the Somerset in Ottawa, which had capacity for 750 people, and was equipped with a massive 70 mm Dolby sound system. The Somerset played first run movies. I saw Lawrence of Arabia for the first time at the Somerset Theatre. This awesome flic was originally released in 1962 and then re-mastered, by the time it was shown at the Somerset in 1997. The theatre was packed, and I know this movie is the sole reason for my fascination with visiting the desert in the Middle East. Watching the movie on a massive screen made you feel like you were in the desert on a camel alongside Peter O'Toole, whose piercing eyes were like a beacon of ocean-blue.
Wednesday: The hump in the middle of the week that won't go away because we need it, we want it, and we love to drop sexual innuendos about Wednesday's horniness. There appears to be no end in sight for this tired-old joke. I make this associative link myself pretty much every time we hit on Wednesday. Is there no end to the imagination when it comes to naughty innuendos? I think not and I hope not. Wednesday also represents the mid-point of the work week that once reached a sigh of relief is audible, knowing there are fewer days to survive before the weekend.
Thursday: In like Flint! This lovely day of the week is often viewed as Throwback Thursday or junior Friday and I see why. Many will make their weekend longer during the summer months by taking Friday off, which makes Thursday feel like a Friday and, who doesn't need this kind of morale boost? Thursday therefore is also regarded by me and others to be Thirsty Thursday when the patios call out to you in summer; they are packed with people and seating is at a premium. But there is no mistaken the clear message: "Oh just have one! How can one frosty cold beer hurt on a patio with your loved one?" Answer: It cannot hurt. You've earned it. Go out and do it!
Friday: You are my fantastic bastard and we love you! We love you! We love you! I had one friend who worked at a local area hospital on shift work, and he did so for years, handling multiple shifts from early morning or to begin working at midnight. He never understood what it meant to bask in the glow of Friday, until he changed jobs and worked for a transportation company during the week day. For me, Friday in some ways feels better than Saturday because I've endured the slings and arrows of work, only to survive to the end of the week, knowing Friday evening will welcome me with open arms and a kiss. Yes! We love you Friday! Let us all agree. 👏
Saturday: Familial obligations and household chores often derail the beginning of a perfectly good Saturday morning. I speak with many people when I go about my business on weekends, if I have to visit multiple stores to pick up things, to take advantage of lower prices where offered. When I chat with cashiers in grocery stores, who attend Uni full-time, they tell me that Saturday is just another working day. They need to earn money for next year's tuition. Saturday night, however... well, Saturday night is an awesome feeling knowing the afternoon and night are yours to do with as you please. Some head out Saturday morning to their cottage or trailer, and let the fun begin once they've removed themselves from their regular life.
Sunday: If I told you the number of people who tell me that their dread sets in on Sunday evening, knowing that the work day begins early morning, it shouldn't come as a surprise. Sunday morning is a perfect day for a brunch or a cycle, which is how I like to spend my Sunday afternoon, weather permitting. But come early evening, I, too, begin to feel the worry that settles into my stomach like a slow-cooked oatmeal that hasn't digested properly. I compartmentalize all the work I know that is coming down the pike.
Whether you co-exist with a Monday to Friday life or a shift-work kind of life, know that CEOs work all the time, even when they're on vacation. I've supported many Execs in my career and I can guarantee you that their work doesn't recognize days of the week, not days, not evenings. Their high-level work thrives on a keen-eye to pay attention to detail, and precious details cross barriers when it comes to truncated blocks of time.
Tick tock. Tick tock. The clock is ticking! The days are speeding by your nose. Hurry up and get busy!
And yet, I view each week day as its own entity and I regard this standard based on my emotional state of mind which fluctuates like a breeze curling in between the leaves of trees, swaying non-stop. At least for the past four years I've been posting a morning greeting on X and elsewhere with regard to the week days. I try to be amusing, despite my frame of mind on some days, all the while attempting to be original with these brief posts. So, here for your amusement are observations on each weekday, and some minor comments about our glorious weekends.
Monday: What Holy hell is this? Who in their right mind ever thought that Monday would be embraced as a fruitful day during the week. Surely not me. I'm not oblivious to the fact that most professionals arrive into work, triage their email, and then very quickly arrive at the conclusion they're swamped. Enter freak-out mode. Yet, oddly enough no work day during the week goes as quickly as does Monday, you slippery bastard. There was a song written about how much Mondays are disliked, based on an elementary school shooting that took place in 1979, where the gunman (female) when asked why she killed, had tersely replied, "I don't like Mondays!" This flippant response inspired Bob Geldof of The Boomtown Rats to write his famous song 'I don't like Mondays'. That expression became part of pop culture when graffiti showing these very words was flashed in the movie, The Breakfast Club. Perhaps everyone can relate to this expression, though maybe not the urge to randomly take lives. Oh Monday... it's nothing personal but you are truly, sincerely, unabashedly disliked.
Tuesday: Sleep feels better because the night prior to Monday is often fitful at best, which means your exhaustion on Monday will work with you when it comes time to sleep, rather than against you. And so you begin Tuesday hopeful that it will pass without drama, and if the weather is nice you'll be able to end it by enjoying a meal with friends, partners or family, a work out, a walk outside, or pretty much anything that suits your fancy. Decades ago this cherished day of the week was reserved for Tuesday night movies, when theatres slashed prices in half and theatres were packed. I miss these days. Back then, I loved Tuesday night movies. I'd hit my favourite theatre, the Somerset in Ottawa, which had capacity for 750 people, and was equipped with a massive 70 mm Dolby sound system. The Somerset played first run movies. I saw Lawrence of Arabia for the first time at the Somerset Theatre. This awesome flic was originally released in 1962 and then re-mastered, by the time it was shown at the Somerset in 1997. The theatre was packed, and I know this movie is the sole reason for my fascination with visiting the desert in the Middle East. Watching the movie on a massive screen made you feel like you were in the desert on a camel alongside Peter O'Toole, whose piercing eyes were like a beacon of ocean-blue.
Wednesday: The hump in the middle of the week that won't go away because we need it, we want it, and we love to drop sexual innuendos about Wednesday's horniness. There appears to be no end in sight for this tired-old joke. I make this associative link myself pretty much every time we hit on Wednesday. Is there no end to the imagination when it comes to naughty innuendos? I think not and I hope not. Wednesday also represents the mid-point of the work week that once reached a sigh of relief is audible, knowing there are fewer days to survive before the weekend.
Thursday: In like Flint! This lovely day of the week is often viewed as Throwback Thursday or junior Friday and I see why. Many will make their weekend longer during the summer months by taking Friday off, which makes Thursday feel like a Friday and, who doesn't need this kind of morale boost? Thursday therefore is also regarded by me and others to be Thirsty Thursday when the patios call out to you in summer; they are packed with people and seating is at a premium. But there is no mistaken the clear message: "Oh just have one! How can one frosty cold beer hurt on a patio with your loved one?" Answer: It cannot hurt. You've earned it. Go out and do it!
Friday: You are my fantastic bastard and we love you! We love you! We love you! I had one friend who worked at a local area hospital on shift work, and he did so for years, handling multiple shifts from early morning or to begin working at midnight. He never understood what it meant to bask in the glow of Friday, until he changed jobs and worked for a transportation company during the week day. For me, Friday in some ways feels better than Saturday because I've endured the slings and arrows of work, only to survive to the end of the week, knowing Friday evening will welcome me with open arms and a kiss. Yes! We love you Friday! Let us all agree. 👏
Saturday: Familial obligations and household chores often derail the beginning of a perfectly good Saturday morning. I speak with many people when I go about my business on weekends, if I have to visit multiple stores to pick up things, to take advantage of lower prices where offered. When I chat with cashiers in grocery stores, who attend Uni full-time, they tell me that Saturday is just another working day. They need to earn money for next year's tuition. Saturday night, however... well, Saturday night is an awesome feeling knowing the afternoon and night are yours to do with as you please. Some head out Saturday morning to their cottage or trailer, and let the fun begin once they've removed themselves from their regular life.
Sunday: If I told you the number of people who tell me that their dread sets in on Sunday evening, knowing that the work day begins early morning, it shouldn't come as a surprise. Sunday morning is a perfect day for a brunch or a cycle, which is how I like to spend my Sunday afternoon, weather permitting. But come early evening, I, too, begin to feel the worry that settles into my stomach like a slow-cooked oatmeal that hasn't digested properly. I compartmentalize all the work I know that is coming down the pike.
Whether you co-exist with a Monday to Friday life or a shift-work kind of life, know that CEOs work all the time, even when they're on vacation. I've supported many Execs in my career and I can guarantee you that their work doesn't recognize days of the week, not days, not evenings. Their high-level work thrives on a keen-eye to pay attention to detail, and precious details cross barriers when it comes to truncated blocks of time.
Tick tock. Tick tock. The clock is ticking! The days are speeding by your nose. Hurry up and get busy!
