I’m trying to figure it out: why is Wednesday the worst day of the week?
And then I found this quote attributed to Lee Fox Williams (no idea who he is, don’t care): Wednesdays are like Mondays in the middle of the week. So. Did that end my search? Nope. There’s a problem with it: Mondays seem to be BETTER than Wednesdays. Except this week. So far.
Here’s what’s happening. For the past month or so, I wake up on a Wednesday morning and have a debate with myself.
- I don’t want to go to work.
- What’s your reason?
- I don’t want to go to work.
- Who’s your reason?
- XXX.
- Suck it up buttercup. We all have those kinds of people in our lives.
- SHUT UP … I still don’t want to go to work.
- Can you come up with a good reason to not go to work?
- Migraine?
- You did that already.
- Really, when?
- XXX.
- Seriously, that was a REAL migraine.
- Sure. Whatever.
- SHUT UP… I still don’t want to go to work.
- Unless you’re willing to lie, you gotta go to work.
- I know. But I had to consider all my options, didn’t I?
- Sure. Whatever makes you happy.
Funny enough, last week it was Thursday turned out to be the worst day of the week—but not in a ‘make Gayle feel awful’ kind of way, just that if it could go wrong, it did. In fact, I ended up laughing so hard at one point that tears were coming down my cheeks.
Today is the worst day so far. And it WAS a ‘make Gayle feel awful’ kind of way. This might just be a long week. And it’s not even Wednesday. Holy crap am I ever depressing even to me!
End of pity party.
namaste