The best thing about three day weekends is Thursday afternoon. The worst thing about three day weekends is Monday morning.
Being away from work for three days allows you to begin to forget all the unpleasantness that comes along with the job. Your tolerance for incompetence and mind numbing activities decrease as the joy of living outside of work thaws the emotions you’ve frozen out of self defense.
Then Monday morning rolls around and you’re rudely plunged back into the world of TPS reports, buggy software, pagers, and deadlines. Your body revolts and wants to dash for the exit but your mind visualize those bills sitting on the kitchen counter and forces you to remain in your chair.
Your chest is tight, your mind is racing. “Why do I keep coming back to this place”, you frantically think. “How can I get out of here!”. As the weight of voice mails, projects, emails, and meetings slowly squeeze the energy out of your struggling mind you begin to give in. The thrashing slows as you try to work through the to-do list and by the end of the long day; you’ve succumbed to the will of the corporate life-sucker.
As you shut down your work for the night you think to yourself, “One down, four to go till the weekend”.
Sound familiar? How many Monday’s have you forced your unwilling psyche to shoulder the corporate baggage and live only for the weekends? How much longer can you put up with the horrible events of Monday morning? Isn’t there a better way?