To me, Thursday has to be the worst day of the week. Don't believe me? Lets break it down.
Yes Monday is bad. You've got a whole week ahead of you, and compared to the weekend that you're just back from going to work blows. But at least you had those two days of rest to get back to neutral before Monday. You've got gas in your tank, and you know that you can procrastinate on any annoying work tasks that may come up because you've got all week at this point. Any good Alt-Tabber can slack their way all the way through their case of the Mondays.
Tuesday- You've still got some of that energy stored up from the weekend, plus you're well into the work week mindset at this point. You've got four grueling day left ahead of you but you can pace your expectations accordingly. No one has ever been fooled into thinking its Friday when they wake up on Tuesday. For better or worse you know what is facing you on Tuesday.
Wednesday- Hump Day! This is sneaky my favorite day of the work week. For me it brings relief, I know by lunch we're half way done the work week, and by the end of the day my mind is already drifting into weekend mode. This euphoria doesn't last though, it just sets me up for a gigantic downfall on...
Thursday- I wake up after an optimistic Wednesday, fully looking forward to the weekend (I often wake up on Thursday thinking its Friday), only the realization sets in that I have two days left before I get there. My tanks is on empty but I don't have the adrenaline boost I get on Fridays knowing the weekend is right around the corner. It's straight depressing. Two days of annoying calls, fluorescent lights, chairs that screw with your spine to the point that you feel like the elephant man, countless excell sheets, corporate pep talks, and dreadful co-workers.
Given all that its no wonder the expression TGIFriday exists. The day is great by comparison, never mind the fact that it leads you into a two or sometimes three day break. Fridays have it it made like the youngest child in a family. After all the stress and work the others put you through (or the parents through), make you cherish that last day (or child if you're still with me in this diluted analogy) no matter what it brings.
8 more hours to go until Friday.
