My first week in the office I was basically high on enchantment. And as the week went on, everyone kept looking forward to it being Friday. It seemed they truly were working for the weekend. I observed.
A few months have passed and now I totally get it. It's amazing how quickly the transformation happened. I love Fridays now. I totally get it. I say "Friday" in a hushed tone out of respect. Waking up on Friday is like waking up on
Now what I'm dealing with is the pressure of the weekend. It's only two days, and I gotta make that jello pool count. Of course if there really was a jello pool, it would totally count. That's not the point. Around 1 pm on Friday afternoon I start getting anxious. What am I going to do with my weekend? Am I going to stick to the plan? Will I go grocery shopping and do the laundry and act all grown-uppy? OR, will I watch every conceivable minute of sitcom reruns and movies I can get my hands while while stuffing myself with carbs and sugar? Honestly, lately, it's been a
And there is more to this story, but I just received a text requesting my presence at a party, and I cannot disappoint my fans. The HIMYM marathon will wait until tomorrow.
I know exactly what you mean - especially about making the weekend count. During my months of unemployment, I cared not about the weekends at all. Now I don't want to waste them. I try to do my laundry/grocery shopping/other un-funning for, like, Wednesday nights. Weekends are totally happy time. Catch up on Netflixes time. Sleep lots and lots time. After all, Sunday very well may be my fun day.
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