Raise your hand if you often find the anticipation of the weekend better than the weekend itself! See here’s the problem. I hate working. And I don’t mean I hate my particular work as such, though my current work life isn’t exactly an adrenaline rush. I hate the idea of work itself. I’m kind of silently outraged that the universe doesn’t just provide for me. Yeah, yeah I know it’s dumb and life doesn’t work like that and it’s tough etc etc. I know it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Now some of you know that I work for around an hour a day. And I’m also currently earning more than I’ve ever done in my life. I’ve worked as a shop floor manager with grueling 14 hr work days and also at another pretty strenuous job too. And compared to that, my current life is a cakewalk. You may think that it’s enough for me. That one hour of work a day isn’t such a terrible thing. And you’re right it’s not. It’s not such a terrible thing. But I’m a greedy little shit. Nothing ever satisfies me as far as this is concerned. I want no work, not less of it. So while I’m grateful that I’m better off than 99.99% of the population on the planet, I hunger, I thirst for more. Or less come to think of it.
I know what you’re thinking. That I’m an ungrateful wretch who doesn’t deserve the gifts showered on me. What can I do? I have long been the god of laziness and I enjoy trying to perfect it. I’ll get there someday when I retire. But I have miles to go before I sleep…
In the meantime, there’s the weekend problem. You may think I’m happiest on Saturdays and Sundays since I don’t have to work, but NO! Nothing could be farther from the truth. I hate working so much that Sunday is pretty much the worst day of the week for me with the knowledge of the upcoming start of the next day. Even as a kid, I used to walk around the house spreading doom and gloom on Sundays. And Sunday evenings? Oh god I would be almost suicidal.
Coming to Saturdays. How do you think I feel knowing that the next day is going to be the worst day of the week? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Saturday is the “neutral” day for me. It seems I should be happy but the knowledge of an upcoming Sunday kind of destroys it. Which leaves…drumroll…Friday!
Oh Friday, Friday! How I love thee. And especially the part where I’ve just finished work. Oh bliss! The anticipation of not having to work for two days is an absolute topper. Friday night especially is when I have a shit eating grin plastered all over my mug. The horror of Sunday is still too far off to emotionally register. Friday is so much fun that the anticipation spills onto Thursday. It’s not nice, but I like knowing that the best day of the week is just ahead. Thursday nights are pretty damn satisfying as well.
I want every day to be a Friday. But that would make Friday lose its meaning :( . So everyday cannot be a Friday. Which means I’m doomed so suffer on some other days of the week. Dammit, why can’t this be easier? I’m 31 years old and retirement seems so far away…
*sigh*
SUCH a spoilt brat!
In reply to Anupa
Hey, I may be a spoilt brat but I have my principles!
LOL :) Enjoy your Friday evening!
Do you remember your TOTALS ?
In reply to tp
Yeah, but Fridays were still better because of the anticipation.
The first paragraph of this post perfectly summarizes why you would hate Ayn Rand. :P
BTW, the cat’s picture drew me to the post. :)
In reply to Ketan
Hey, long time no see Ketan! You just vanished from the scene huh?
And oh yeah – I can’t stand Ayn Rand :) . Too holier than thou in my opinion. And she probably wouldn’t like me either…
You should drop in more often. Maybe I should put a few more cat pictures in :D
In reply to bhagwad
You and I have quite a lot in common, it seems. I could give you a run for your money in the ‘laziest person in the world’ competition :-D And I too cannot stand Ayn Rand!
In reply to scribblehappy
Being lazy is a severely underrated virtue methinks!
In reply to bhagwad
Yes, keeping busy. Haven’t been posting anything on my own blog as you can see. Most of the ‘cat-harsis’ happens through twitter, you see. ;)
Perhaps, you’d have disliked your work less had it not been paying you (something Ayn Rand would never approve of ;) ). :)
Fridays are always such a day of good hope and faith. I wake up on Friday mornings thinking of all the homework I’ll get done that evening. Then I’ll come home and sit around and do absolutely nothing while my papers sit on my desk, only to look back on Sunday evening with a twinge of regret as I hastily scribble down some answers for my assignments.
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I like the idea of work so much better than doing it.
This is one reason why it’s important to have lots of hobbies or do something you love doing (which is becoming increasingly more difficult as time goes by). Though even with that, it’s possible to hate work, I know have so many days like that.
This is also why I think you’d be a good house husband. :) Just have to look good for your wife. You could take of the home, but you hire someone to take care of it for you. :D
Since Ayn Rand was mentioned, after reading some of her work (which was painful at times) she comes off as someone who was extremely bitter.
In reply to RenKiss
Sometimes even doing stuff you enjoy becomes tiring if you have to do it a lot. That’s why I gave up making easter eggs, and I even took a shot at drawing. One thing I haven’t gotten bored of doing is reading and playing video games. That I think, is my ideal life :)
And did you mention housework? No…way!
Just like me. Sunday eves are horrible. But for me its not Friday, but Saturday (I don’t have Saturday off)…