I don’t care for Mondays. They deplete my energy and give me a mind wedgie (you heard me right, a mind wedgie). They make me want to call my mother and sob to her about how life is like a bad car wreck (even though it isn’t). Even if grumbling about Mondays is the only Satisfying aspect about Mondays.

If we think about it really consciously, if Mondays would be part of the weekend, we would absolutely enjoy Mondays. “Enjoy” because who genuinely loves the day preceding work anyhow.

Having that extra day away from work will help us renew and refresh our brains to get in the frame of mind for a busy week ahead at work. I was talking about this to a colleague and they concluded that if Mondays develop into a part of the weekend, then masses will complain about Tuesday and systematically turn Tuesday to the new Monday.

Except I differ. Imagine how much more work people would now accomplish in those 4 days. Because if you are absolutely straightforward with yourself, how much work do you actually accomplish on Friday? Everybody is enthusiastic about the weekend and tend to put off work aside to conduct on with it on Monday. So Monday is chaotic and louses up and all you desire to do is lie down on the ground and cry or sleep or both.

I get pass Mondays by attempting to get work to accomplish even if I don’t want to. It benefits me to set one’s sights on other things else in place of contemplating about how blue I feel. Sometimes I day dream in the course of my lunch, contemplating about the day I can get a Chow Chow and cuddle it for the rest of my life…

I force myself to go for a stroll in the course of my lunch break. Perhaps enjoy a chocolate bar (kidding, protein bar…). I chat about the weekend with my friends or kick ideas around about work with them (yawn).

I peer out the window at the dreary grey sky, isn’t British weather just excellent. I try not to pay attention to the clock because observing the time just causes time to crawl along slower than a snail on an oil slick.

I absolutely do not have advice for Mondays. I hate Monday’s with a passion. Just go home eventually from work and attend to yourself a bath and then eat dinner in bed. Or make the scene at the gym and workout your frustrations and then make it back home, bath, dinner, movie and to sleep.

Until the day arrives where one of two Monday’s or Friday’s are included in the weekend, we shall all wake up every Monday morning and be blue in the face till it is once and for all Tuesday.

Moral of the story: Find a job you enjoy doing, and you will never have to work a day in your life.