How often do you hear this from your colleagues on a Friday evening? Can you remember the number of times people have said this to you? What about the number of times you have wished other people? And how often do you have a wonderful or great weekend?
This is a week in my life:
Monday: Lazy to get up. End up being late to lab. Once I get there, I promise that the next hour is going to be more productive than the previous one. But when the clock hits 5 pm, I'm out of the lab and back home.
Tuesday: Since I didn't make it on time the previous day, guilt wakes me up a little earlier. I head to the lab. In most cases I'd be in by 9am. I have a meeting with my professor about my thesis and my plans and we just sit together and dream. Reality is non existent when we talk about projects to professors! The rest of the day flies by.
I read a joke online once and it went like this: "After Monday and Tuesday, even the days say - WTF". And that is pretty much what my mind asks me by Wednesday morning.
Wednesday: In most cases I might be on time again and my motivation to work will vary. Facebook does its best to distract me and I am a man who loves getting distracted from anything that seems mundane (read "Project"). And before you know it the day is over.
Thursday: Now this is when I get motivated. It is a day of complete optimism. It is the same day that a lot of things can go wrong. But optimism is at an all-time high. The reason? Simple. The weekend is here!
Friday: If there is a day when I feel I can push all the work over for later, it's this day. Any work entrusted on me will, by default, be pushed and carried over to the following day. The day ends in total merriment. I end up sleeping at least for 12 hours. (Somewhere during this day, at least one person will wish me a great weekend. Yeah right!)
Saturday: And so the weekend begins. I will look at the clock(s) beside my bed and realize it's almost 12:00 noon. There goes half the day. The other half will go in basic chores - cooking, eating (yes, it is a chore because it takes effort), cleaning my room etc etc... And what about all the work carried over on Friday? Ah, they get pushed over to Sunday.
Sunday: I spend most of my day whining about the fact that the weekend is over. By the time I finish whining, all the work that has been left over hits me in the face and other places which should not be mentioned. But I am sure you get the point. I finish all the work. I am beat and now I look at the dull prospects of the week to come. And I say to myself, "Routine, routine, routine". Taking inspiration from the penguins in the movie Madagascar, you might also catch me saying "Smile and wave. Smile and wave". I love those penguins!
My weeks are not miserable because I push my work for the last minute. I believe in a way we all push something or the other towards the weekend. For some strange reason Saturday and Sunday seem like two days with 32 hours each. What is so magical about a weekend? A break from routine? A break from everything? I don't know. But whatever it is, I am sure looking forward to the next weekend.
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I guess weekends are a legitimate break from the remorseful break we already take on weekdays. Weekends, we are allowed to slack off. Weekdays, it is our guilty pleasure. Either way, slacking is inevitable :) Like you said, it is good to know that weekdays, give way to weekends, although, they essentially serve the same purpose!
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