The hardest day of the week:Monday
isn't the hardest day of my workweek. Tuesday
almost wins the prize;
Tuesday nights always feel
like they're Friday nights. But nope. Not
Wednesday. In fact,
studies have shown that
it's the most productive day. It's
Thursday.
Thursday's drive me crazy. I've come to work FOUR
whole times already, and I can smell that weekend
just around the corner. It kills me.
It's almost Friday. Friday's always
a short day, in the winter I leave around 2. But
Thursday?! There's all sorts of freedom dangling
just out of reach. Sleep. Plans. Time.
On more than one occasion, I've come in to work
on a Thursday and feigned illness before 11:00
rolled around. (Which is probably pretty implausible,
but they always let me go.) And go I do.
I go plant shopping. I learn the city by foot.
I go home and cook a gourmet lunch for one.
I leave.
You should try it every now and
then. It works.