Life Rant
So, I’ve been working at my new full-time office job for nearly 5-6 months now, and I’ve realised a pattern to how my weeks go from since then. So I’m here to rant and blow off some steam.
As observed, this is how a week generally goes:
Tuesdays: The ONLY ordinary day, because no cow dung happens; borderline boring but in a good 'shut off our brains' kind of way; like you already know what to expect, so you are just going through the motions; all while simultaneously dealing with the existential dread of being aware that you don’t know what chaos to expect the next day; which brings me to
Wednesdays: CURSED; the day that starts normal (an aftereffect from Tuesdays that do not last as long as we want/need it to), then becomes bad, gets worse, and is a constant slow torturous downhill of being constantly let down, not because of anything you do/did/may have done, but because the universe demands balance and enjoys fucking around, creating situations and chaos that, 1) you did not cause, 2) you are not related to in any way, 3) you are not responsible for, but end up having to clean-up after anyways; the absolute mess that was none of your business but got dragged into nonetheless
Thursdays: The Mocking Existence, the day just before the last day of work, the kind of day that exists like “oops, so close, there’s still one more day left though! 🤪”; another day you want to get really mad at, but because all your energy was spent against Wednesdays, you are just feeling so done, and so the existential dread is strongest on this day; if Thursdays were a person, they would be that fastest track runner who can easily reach the finish line first, but purposely slow down to stay just a few paces ahead of the second place runner (i.e. us, who are desperately playing catch up) while fucking running backwards, and being like, "it's right ahead, just a little longer, you can do it!"; except instead of being encouraging, those words are entirely taunting and condescending
Fridays: Sweet, sweet relief; the last spurt of reckless abandon that brings us to the finish line, the end of torture; the night we drink and dance way past midnight before going to bed, but that’s fine because we are free
Saturdays: Volatile, because this day can go either way; it can be the day we sleep in to make up for the hours we couldn't in the five days of work, or it could be the day we’d have to wake up earlier nonetheless to get started on house chores and crap (washing and keeping our clothes from the week, cleaning the house, etc)
Sundays: the day of REST; for obvious reasons, till the end when you remember the next day, you’re going back to the torture house that commands the nine circles of Hell called work
Mondays: CHEATING; because all the shit leftover from Friday plus all that accumulates over the weekends joins forces to slap you in the face in the morning to give you the worst whiplash ever, but it's fine because you come to work on Mondays prepared for that
Please tell me I’m not the only one.