Ever notice how your week starts off on a satisfactory note, with work almost seeming a reprieve from the weekend?
Maybe not everybody, but certainly the younger generation has felt the grip of weekend never-end, and yearned for their bland cubicle walls to surround them yet again, like a cocoon, or a familiar prison.
Then, Tuesday or Wednesday pops up and slowly, the week is starting to feel less and less welcome. Saturday can’t seem to arrive fast enough. Your weekday nights become emptier, as you prepare mentally and physically for the weekend. Your nights will be longer, so you need your sleep. Your time will rush by…better eat a sandwich and lie half-naked on the couch for three hours. You’ll be going hard for two days with friends or family, so your “me-time” will be limited, and you better get it in now, you lazy gorilla.
Then Friday appears, the day drags through inexorably, and the commute home has 90,000 more cars than usual all merging into your lane. Open your front door, take your pants off, kiss your significant other, and leap directly into whatever the hell you wanna do for the next two-and-a-half days, because you earned it this past week. You know, doing nothing spectacular at all.
Anyway, just what I’m thinking for myself. If you’ve never had these problems, I don’t blame you at all. I guess I’m starting to feel like the whole “Weekend Warrior” thing is stupid if I’m wasting 5/7ths of my life.
Time to be a man, and make better decisions.
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