Would you rather have a Friday or a Wednesday? Thursday? Saturday? Sunday? Monday?? Scratch that. Nobody likes Mondays. I hold a deep appreciation for Fridays, and it’s not the classic reason everybody always gives. For me, the best thing about Friday is the opportunity to rectify my minor transgressions from the week. My co-workers have made an art of avoiding work. They chat about their awe-inspiring weekend plans while surreptitiously clock watching and trying to gauge the earliest possible moment they can make a mad dash for the exit. There’s a controlled dance of not trampling their friends or giving away how much they really hate their jobs.
I am human, and the door key beacons and taunts me too. Impending freedom is so close. I only need to reach out, turn the key, and open the door. But an invisible chain shackles me to the clock and my appointed quitting time. The easiest method for reaching my destination is to fill those hours, not clock-watching, but catching up on minor annoying tasks, returning emails, revising spreadsheets, or planning the coming week.
Filling the day with tiny productive steps helps make the time seem to move faster. It’s an entertaining game to see if I can squeeze in everything before I become part of the stampeding herd.
What is your favorite thing about Fridays?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer