Writer's Block: Seven Days
Apr. 7th, 2009 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I loathe Mondays, of course, though not because it means going to work. It means going to work at my job, with my coworkers and lead worker, my job that makes me cry on a regular basis. If I were working where I am right this second (covering someone who's out on bereavement), I wouldn't mind Monday a bit.
The day I long for is Saturday. Saturday is the perfect day. I can stay up late Friday night, because there's no work on Saturday, and I can stay up Saturday night, because there's no work on Sunday. Saturday is the truly free day. Sunday is spent feeling worried and unhappy because of Monday.
I loathe Mondays, of course, though not because it means going to work. It means going to work at my job, with my coworkers and lead worker, my job that makes me cry on a regular basis. If I were working where I am right this second (covering someone who's out on bereavement), I wouldn't mind Monday a bit.
The day I long for is Saturday. Saturday is the perfect day. I can stay up late Friday night, because there's no work on Saturday, and I can stay up Saturday night, because there's no work on Sunday. Saturday is the truly free day. Sunday is spent feeling worried and unhappy because of Monday.