Most people hate Mondays. For most people, Mondays signify the beginning of a long work week before they get to have some rest, relaxation or fun again the following weekend. I remember when this used to be true for me. I have had my fair share of Manic Mondays. I've had Mondays that were so manic that I couldn't help but make sure that popular Bangles tune got played at least once. I still do have Manic Mondays sometimes. Today would be a prime example. However, my Mondays now signify the beginning of a week in which the care for my parents falls largely upon someone else's shoulders. I hate weekends because the care of my parents falls largely upon my own shoulders. I don't get to have rest, relaxation or fun hardly ever, but especially not on weekends.
When I was younger, I hated Thursdays. Why Thursday? Well, I attended a Catholic school from Kindergarten to second grade and every Thursday, this school's cafeteria would serve what I referred to as slop. They called it Texas something or other, but I don't think Texas would want any such affiliation with this crap. They served this ground beef concoction with canned green beans (which I also hate) and corn bread. The corn bread was the only thing worth eating. For this reason, I hated Thursdays for three years.
So, it's all about perspective when it comes to what days of the week to hate. Your Friday or Saturday might be someone else's Monday. For still others, there's no such thing as a Monday in their work week. Retail workers know all too well that they might very well have a Monday off, but then have to work weekends and even holidays. So, every Monday has the potential to feel like a Friday and every Friday has the potential to feel like a Monday. It's a day. This day, like Groundhog Day, is bound to repeat itself forever and ever and may even over the course of your lifetime change from one day to the next.
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