Friday, Friday, Friday! Or, as I accidentally mistyped it, "Firday", which would be an odd kind of day if it happened once a week (gathering around your nearest Fir tree and singing Kumbaya perhaps?)
This morning I had the usual "Ugh, I don't want to get up... hey, but at least it's Friday!" sentiment, when it hit me: I still have to go back on Monday. I know this is actually a pretty well-known fact, but I mean that if Friday is the only silver-lining you've got, it doesn't last long. Unlike school, where there's an obvious end in sight, a goal, a light at the end of the tunnel, work just plods on forever like a string of marching ants that never, ever ends. You hit Friday and you've got two days of respite before you are thrown back into Monday, and then it's counting down to Friday once again.
Okay, before I get too down-in-the-depressing-ongoing-meaningless-working-life about all this, why don't we reframe? So with school you have a ready-made light at the end of the tunnel. It's just handed to you on a platter: finish all your papers and exams and you will get 4 months of freedom/be done forever (until you go to grad school) and have accomplished something! Work on the other hand, does not come with a light at the end of the tunnel, it says "spend the majority of your waking hours doing something you didn't go to school for and we'll reward you with evenings and weekends when you'll be too tired to do anything truly fulfilling!" (I think I heard the Lord of Accounting in there somewhere). Okay, so what this really means then is that when you work you have to create your own light to aim for. That's okay, I can do that. I think. Just please tell me this light can be more than just 2 weeks vacation a year.