Curse of the Nine-To-Five

I used to work on weekends. This lasted for many, many, many years. I would like to say that there is something good about not worrying whether it's the weekend or not, about being able to run errands during the week, or maybe able to handle business related stuff during the work week.

But those are all excuses, just like "I went through the drive-thru because my day got busy and I needed to eat." For me, working on the weekend sucks.

Now, when people say, "Thank God it's Friday," I actually agree. By Thursday, I'm so excited about the idea of Friday that I have trouble getting to sleep Thursday night. And every Friday is like a holiday. I'm sure this weekend euphoria will wear off eventually, but whenever I hear Rihanna sing "Cheers to the freakin' weekend. I'll drink to that," I get misty-eyed.

It's not that I dislike my weekday job. or school. In fact, I REALLY enjoy both of them! The job has some great people, and I'm learning so much stuff I feel like my head is going to explode sometimes. And school is just he right challenge. But I have a WEEKEND AGAIN. It's like when you lose a lot of weight and you can see the inside of your belly button. Sure, it's just a navel, but it's like a friend you haven't seen in AGES. And you spend a lot of time looking in it.

Ummm...I assume everyone does that.

I mean, I don't do it. That's weird. I've never...

Anyway. You get the idea. My weekends are back. Yardwork. Home depot. Sleeping in. Watching movies.  Business time.

Life is great! This past weekend I created some French flash cards using Anki. This thing is amazing! The program uses delays for cards that you are getting correctly and brings back the ones you keep missing. You can use photos and even audio. Love it. Check it out.

I spend some time playing Mass Effect 3,where I'm SURE I kept hearing Captain Artist, but he kept calling himself Admiral Anderson. It was unsettling. Plus, the Reapers scare the crap out of me. I watched some 30 Rock with TheWife on Hulu. I cleaned up my house. I went for a 6-mile run in the rain. It was wonderful.

Loverboy was right! Everybody IS working for the weekend. Everybody needs a second chance. I get it now! I understand what all the fuss was about!

...I also understand what the "Monday blahs" are. School is great. The job is great. Anything I may be doing during the week will probably be fun. My life is pretty damned blessed. But the Mamas & the Papas knew what they were talking about. Every other day I'm feeling fine.

And now, I've been lying in bed, playing Avengers Alliance on Facebook and listening to Flight of the Concords songs and I...

CRAP!  I have to leave the house in 10 minutes! Feed the dogs, eat some breakfast, pack up my books, check the weather, I'm late, I'm late, crap, crap, crap, shit! 

Looks like it's going to be just another Manic Monday afterall.