Thursday, February 28, 2008

I Could Never Get the Hang of Thursdays, Either

Me: What does today feel like?

Co-Worker: What do you mean?

Me: Doesn’t it feel like it should be Friday already?

Co-Worker: No, not really.

Me: Oh man, if you asked me, today feels like it should be Friday. This week is dragging like the seventeen ton anchor of a cargo ship full of Wal-Mart knick-knacks.

Co-Worker: It’s Tuesday.

Me: I know! That’s what makes it so bizarre. I’m telling you, my internal clock thinks today is Friday. I have Loverboy’s Working for the Weekend rattling around in my head. And I have all day. It’s been like this all day. Today feels like it must be Friday.

Co-Worker: I can see how that might be a problem, I guess. That’s a horrible song.

Me: Right. Absolutely. But haven’t you ever had one of those days where you felt like it was Thursday or Friday or whatever, but in reality, it’s just a dumb old Tuesday afternoon and Friday is about a week and a half away? You are sitting at your desk, thinking, “Man, this week is taking forever to go by. I don’t think time could pass any slower if we started suspending it in a full jar of molasses and left it sitting out in the snow overnight.” Or like if you ordered a pleasant Friday afternoon a couple weeks ago from the Day Catalog and the nice customer service person says “Sure, I can order that for you” but it turns out all the Fridays are on back order, but they expect a new shipment any moment now and then they offer you two Wednesdays instead and they’ll email you once they get Fridays in stock?

Co-Worker: Um, no?

Me: Or! What about those times when you have absolutely no idea what day it is. Say, you are about to go to lunch and think, “Hey, the Deli has that Rueben special on Tuesdays. That sounds really good and yummy. I wonder if it’s Tuesday.” So you take a wild stabbing guess and say “Tuesday” and it turns out to be wildly off and it’s Friday and it’s not even morning anymore, but it’s 3:46 in the afternoon and you totally forgot to even go to lunch. That never happens to you?

Co-Worker: Um, if I don’t know what day it is, I don’t usually guess, I just look at a calendar.

Me: Oh. Well, this week is totally dragging is all I’m saying.

Jon scribbled this mess on 02/28/08 at 12:02 AM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Regular Post. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

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