Why is it that people's happiness tends to revolve around what day it is? It's as if everyone is programmed to be depressed on Monday, but happy on Friday evening, Saturday, and Sunday. I never understood this. Well, to say I never understood this would be a lie, because I hated mondays before I graduated high school. I hated school, and even more so my ignorant, stupid and hopeless classmates who lived to make my life hell. So I hated every moment at school, and Monday meant the beginning of another 5 days with those pathetic and homophobic morons (no, I'm not gay).
Okay, enough ranting. I like Mondays because I like the thought of having a productive day, while normal business hours are most convenient. If I wanna see a movie, I'm doing it on a Monday, because hardly anyone would be there, and I hate crowds. Traffic (except for rush hour) isn't so bad on a Monday, so I can move freely without the hassle of the freeway being clogged with people that have nothing better to do. I hate weekends because it's harder for me to focus on productivity on a Saturday or Sunday. Also I get tired of walking down crowded streets of non-courteous peeps who expect you to make way for them. Long lines at theatres, certain businesses closed, rowdy drunks and crowds, annoying parades and marathons, and getting out of the city can take hours, especially when the major streets are closed down because of these special events that most people don't really care about. Weekends are so annoying.
Do people hate their jobs/lives THAT much? Tsk, tsk. I enjoy what I do, so that helps, I guess.
Shogun.