"Wednesdayitis"

They have this stupid “A Current Affair” thing after the news every evening. On this show they provide us average viewers with shocking revelations about how supermarkets are ripping us off by filling 50gm tins only with 49.99gms of content and sometimes they answer the questions that keep us all lying awake at night for hours on end, such as “Is butter really better than margarine” or “Is salt a silent killer”!!

So anyway, there was once a segment on a new phenomenon being noticed in workplaces all around Australia – “Mondayitis”!! Essentially there are a lot of employees who take Mondays off as sick days when all they are really suffering from is “Mondayitis”. I can’t remember if they ever provided a solution to the deadly disease of “Mondayitis” striking down able workers left, right and centre, but I don’t take Mondays off and I don’t take Fridays off. I believe that I am afflicted by “Tuesdayitis” and “Wednesdayitis”.

I hate Mondays like every other self-respecting employed individual but somehow I drag myself in and heave a huge sigh of relief when the hands hit 6:00 pm and I can get out of here.

Tuesday mornings are do or die for me. I have a history of sleeping in on Tuesday mornings and calling in late on Tuesdays more than any other day.

So if we have somehow gotten through Tuesday, the next milestone is Wednesday morning. As I am writing this at work, I have managed to survive another Wednesday morning.

Then we are left with Thursdays. Even on a Thursday morning I begin to perk up considerably and by a Thursday evening I’m positively jumping with excitement at the prospect of the impending weekend.

On Fridays we all heave a collective sigh of relief and say Thank God its Friday and really mean it. Fridays involve long lunches, lazy afternoons and social drinking evenings. I love Fridays.

Alas, it is still only Wednesday and Friday is TWO whole days away.

I suppose another thing is that lately I’ve been feeling the whole “Different day, same shit” thing. It is important to have something to look forward to all the time (for me, at least). There has to be some kind of reward so to speak or happy/exciting event in the offing to get me through the daily drudgery.

Last September there was all the excitement of becoming a permanent resident of Australia and my birthday was a lot of fun. I could also begin planning my trip to India after 1.5 fucking years.

October passed in a flurry of shopping and wedding madness (not mine).

November and December were a blur of Christmas parties, drinking, Christmas shopping, Christmas carols and did I mention, drinking.

Then we had the New Year and I had a fun trip to the Gold Coast the end of January

The end of February saw a good friend from Brisbane visiting as well as a honeymooning couple from Madras. That was an insane 10 days!

March and April were focussed on being terribly excited about my trip to the US (to see my grandparents after 6 fucking years) and shopping and some fun birthdays as well.

May was of course my trip to the US and simply one of the best times of my life in a really long time.

After I got back, I could still bask in the glow of an awesome holiday for a while. There were pictures to look at over and over again, and all the fruits of my shopping to be worn, displayed, etc., I continued making drunk phone calls to my cousins and sister for a while even, just so they wouldn’t forget the madness of me.

But now the glow is wearing off big-time and there is nothing to look forward to in the next couple of months.

The cold doesn’t help of course. At least if it snowed, we could engage in such fun activities as building snowmen and having snowball fights. As it stands, the city taunts us with cold wind and rain and tells us to have a fucking blast with these elements alone!! Bah humbug is all I can say back!