Monday again. My so not favorite day of the week. It´s the day that everybody at work makes comments like “five days to Friday” or “when is it Friday again?” or “I wish it were Friday”.
It seems that everybody is looking forward to Friday. Friday is the happy day. Friday is the savior. Friday is a relief. Friday is TGTIF.
And here is the thing. When my coworkers say they wish it were Friday I, me, moi, the very same person that is universally known as the one that hates Mondays, say “I´m happy it is not Friday” and I get a weird look every time I say it. Because it seems that people go through the week just wishing it were Friday without realizing that the more Fridays we get the faster time goes by.
And I do want to feel that I´m living every day, not just getting rid of 6 of them and keeping Fridays. I refuse to live a life wishing it were Friday. If there is something to wish, I wish each hour at work had 10 minutes and each hour after work 120.
How about that?