Thursdays can eat my poo

Thursdays are the worst days of the entire week.  They are worse than Mondays, which I don’t mind ‘cause I actually like my job so I wake up enthused to tackle whatever case I’m working on at the moment.  And I usually get new cases assigned to my docket on Friday afternoons or Monday mornings so Mondays are synonymous with NEW and EXCITING case territory.  I don’t mind Tuesdays.  I’m even macabre-ly relieved when Tuesday hit; Tuesday are the days that I finally get a grasp on my cases, their direction and claimed issues.  Wednesday are blah, it’s hump day so it’s nice to know that the majority of the week has gone by.  Wednesdays are days that I have solidified my routine.  I’m in zone by Wednesday

But Thursdays are terrible.  It’s like the second place day, and no one likes second place.  Your parents are wrong.  Second place is not as good as first.  Thursdays are a let down.  They knock me out of my zone with the false sense of an approaching weekend.  The weekend’s not that close.  I still have 1 point 5 whole days of case work – Friday afternoon is not for productivity, it’s for martini dreams.  I awake on Thursdays only to remember its Thursday, which reminds me that I have to get through ALL Thursday just to get to the BEGINNING of Friday.  And the BEGINNING of Friday is almost as bad as Thursday.  It’s a tease.  Exactly.  The beginning of Friday is a slutty little tease.  In naughty clothes that you can’t take off for HOURS, so you just have to sit through the slutty tease day of the beginning of Friday waiting for 5:00p when you can take the naughty, slutty tease of day’s clothes off.  And that part of Friday itself tastes so good.  Nudity good.  Dirty gin martini good.  It’s so close it makes my mouth water; I like Friday.  Well, Friday after 5:00p. 

Thursdays have a feeling of “JEEBUS!  Isn’t this week over YET?!”  But that thought is bitch-slapped with realization that NO, this week isn’t over yet.  So I carry that feeling around all day Thursday.  And am constantly bitch-slapped with reality.  Reality that it’s Thursday and Thursdays can eat my poo.