Wednesdays are in the middle, so after lunchtime you are past half way through the week. Woohoo!
Mondays always fly by, I barely notice them.
Thursdays are when the excitement for the weekend starts to build, maybe even go for a pre-weekender.
But every week it's there, full of important work stuff and fully aware of making the week unnecessarily long and painful.
Tuesday.
It even sounds like it's giving you other options but it isn't, it's forcing dull bleakness onto everyone. You can't even enjoy a Tuesday night because you tried to put off Tuesday with Monday night. Can't do that again, at least until Thursday.
Fucking Tuesday, no matter how much gets done and how well, there's no joy in it. Just a numb acknowledgement that the time was passed as quickly as possible so we can get closer to Wednesday lunchtime.
Can't wait for Friday, seeing old friends. Good stuff happening at work on Wednesday and Thursday.