My brother and I have a fair amount in common.
For starters, we are both awesome.
Also, we're both honest to a fault.
And when I visit him in Seattle next year, it's already understood that the "site-seeing" we'll be doing will primarily involve restaurants and going other places where food is served.
He wrote a post a few weeks back, however, that took me by surprise as it challenges a commonly held belief, and I'm one of its most fervent believers.
Read it, form opinions, take sides, throw feces, do what you gotta do.
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Monday vs. Friday
Premise #1
People have it all wrong. All people. Find me one person that hates Friday but loves Monday. You can't. Because they're all wrong.
Premise #2
Despite what many people may think, I am actually an optimist. If you think hard enough, this kind of proves it.
Monday:
I am relaxed and refreshed from a solid forty-eight hours of sleeping/goofing off/drinking/playing video games/laughing and maybe even refraining from doing fun things because it's the weekend and I don't have to do ANYTHING if I don't want to. Bring it on, Monday! I LOVE EVERYTHING!
Tuesday:
Hey, it'll be OK, lobby full of angry customers. It's just pizza. Maybe you should have been a little more observant when you first entered my store and seen that, due to the amount of business I am already conducting, your order is quite low on my list of priorities. Maybe if you didn't start bitching on Monday like everyone else, you'd be in a better mood.
Wednesday:
Man, why am I the only one here during the day. This doesn't make any sense. I need a break. This place is understaffed and I don't enjoy being behind all day. It can't be good that I've started to resent every single customer that I talk to. I'm just gonna crash so hard when I get home. Fuuuuuhhhh...
Thursday:
OK, only one more day of this shit and then it's the weekend. But I don't even know how I'm going to make it through nine hours of work today to get to the weekend so I can WHAT?!? OH MY GOD IT'S ONLY THURSDAY. WHY!!!!!??!?!? WHYYYYYYYYYY why why why why why WHY!!! GOD DAMMIT!
Friday:
I'm quitting. I am seriously going to quit. What if I just got in my car and drove back to my apartment. Or drove to Canada. Maybe I'll just leave everything here and go be a lumberjack. Make my own hours, take a few whacks at a tree, take a sandwich break, go home. What are they gonna do? Tell me I have to come back? I don't have to come back. I DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING EVER. EVERYBODY LEAVE ME ALONE.
Saturday:
[Stare at computer screen for hours on end, yet somehow completely ignore .txt file with my constantly lengthening to-do list. Watch cartoons. Forget to eat lunch until 7pm. Stay up too late playing ridiculous flash games meant for 12-year olds.]
Sunday:
[Get up super early (11:30am) and go eat an unnecessarily expensive lunch as "fuel" for all the errands I'm going to run today. Get stuck in traffic on I-5. Text Indiana friends and brag about the weather here. Give up after one errand. Go home and waste time with roommates. Stay up until 3:30am for no reason.]
Conclusion
You're wrong, and Mondays are awesome.
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He makes a convincing argument, and maybe if we all looked at the week like this, we wouldn't be so stabby and hateful come Monday morning.
Or maybe that's just me.
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Okay, I agree that he has some good points... but I still think Monday can suck the big one. I mean, it's the precise thing that ruins the 48 hours of freedom I've felt all weekend. Friday still wins in my book.
And how much do I love his writing? He's pretty much you in a boy's body. LOVE.
Yeah, I'm with Foxy. Pretty much. He makes a convincing argument. But since I feel stabby EVERY day of the week, my opinion doesn't really count.
Also, you come in a boy version??? Awesome.
i used to not like mondays OR fridays. only saturdays and sundays. but now that i don't have to do anything ever then my life is more like saturday, sunday, saturday saturday,saturday saturday, saturday saturday, sunday, saturday, saturday etc.
in fact, i got back this past weekend from a three week vacation. monday morning i was talking to my sister on gmail chat.
9:29 AM Emily: What are you doing?
9:30 AM me: just hanging out in bed with baby
9:35 AM Emily: So the difference between real life and vacation is just the location and people?
9:36 AM me: yes.
exactly.
and maybe i could figure this out on my own but i'm too busy being lazy. does your brother live in california? and if so, does he hate it?!?!
and i agree that your brother is exactly you in boy form. that is so cool.
Basically, your brother is awesome. haha, I don't suggest he become a lumberjack though, I know a logger and he not always thrilled with his job either.
So, there's TWO of you?!?!
And BOTH of you are bloggers?!?!
I, I didn't think that there was enough room in this world for that kind of awesomeness.
Does Surferwife read him?
Any day which might involve me seeing my boss and hearing his arrogant self-involved bullshit is a bad day, so yea for Fridays!
Is your brother a lawyer or something? He made good points but I still prefer Friday to Monday. (Probably because I'm off on Fridays and the kids are at school. Woo to the hoo!)
PS How did I miss the fact that your brother has a blog?
I completely agree! It's funny, but I've long held that Mondays are better than Fridays... but I also have a howcanimakeitthroughthisdayican'twaituntilsaturday sort of take on Fridays too!
I think I'm not allowed an opinion because my "days off" change on a weekly basis or sometimes don't happen at all. And oftentimes Monday is the day I reserve for me and me alone time (read: sleeping a lot and adding more things to my to-do list that will never get done.) But if I were a normal person, I could be persuaded by his excellent argument.
Your brother is a genius. I salute him.
Oh, he's just going through his lumberjack phase. We all do that in Seattle (it's the plaid flannel). Once that's over, he'll be back to being wrong like the rest of us.
Yup, he seems pretty cool. Please let me know how he makes out in his newly chosen profession of Lumberjack. I would pay mad cash just to say that I knew one.
No WAY. On Monday you KNOW that the week is progressively going to suck asshole a little more each and every day. And the weekend is sooooooooo far away. I'd rather be super pissed and know the weekend is mere hours away than be sort of chipper and know I have to wait for days for my weekend.
@ Surferwife:
The thing that proves I'm an optimist is that Monday doesn't automatically mean assholes are going to get sucked.
That sounded a lot dirtier when I said it.
@ Pretty much everyone else:
I got born first, which makes Sara a girl version of me. BAM!
This totally makes sense! I love it!!
Haha!! Exactly what MiMi said!!
Your brother, while amusing and convincing, is wrong.
Tuesday is the worst day of the week. And I can prove it. I may need a rebuttal post.
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