When I was little I loved Garfield.  I had all of the however many books that were written until the point at around 10 (when I really discovered real books) when I decided it was lame and repetitive.  But for a long time, Garfield was the bomb.  I remember reading over and over again about how much he hated Mondays and, as time went on, I learned that this is a common feeling.

Everyone always talks about how horrible Mondays are, the start of the work week, the start of the school week, the last remnants of the weekend until the alarm clock rings and you go back to your mundane life.  I never really had that problem.

I kind of like Mondays.  I'm still rested from the weekend, flying high from whatever exploits I experienced.  The day flies right by, by noon I'm shocked that it's already lunchtime and I find myself to be pretty damn productive in the beginning of the week.

Tuesdays are similar to Mondays.  Still rested, the day still goes by relatively quick.  Even though it's my first late night of the week, I still have decent energy and get things done.  Lighthearted, happy-go-lucky me, I find that I'm still holding on to all of those things.

Thursday is planning day.  Setting up the plans for the weekend, starting to wrap up whatever is going to be left over for the week.  It's my second late night of the week, but I usually have a nice car ride whether with a friend or in a cab and I'm counting down the hours to when I can leave work on Friday.

Friday is the TGI day.  The first night of the weekend, one of the two going out nights.  Payday.  No matter what happens, you can usually take heart in the fact that it's almost over and you get a whole two days to yourself.

Wednesday, though, is a completely different matter.

Middle of the week.  Too far from last weekend to still be recovered; too far from the coming weekend to really start looking forward to it.  It's the longest day of the week and it seems like most people are just going through in a daze.  They call it Hump Day, but I can't remember the last time I humped on a Wednesday :-P

A friend of mine told me that he and a few others had conducted an unofficial study on Help Desk tickets placed throughout the week.  Wednesday was the day that most people called to complain and the day when they had the least patience for whatever fix needed to be implemented.

Even the spelling of the day is fucked up.

I firmly believe that everyone hates Wednesdays, they just don't realize it.  It's socially acceptable to dislike Mondays, but I repeatedly have to explain my utter loathing for Wednesday.  Once I explain, though, they generally understand what I'm talking about.  Regardless of what day it is, I find that the really horrible days get referred to as Wednesdays (though usually they also occur on Wednesdays, it's not unusual for me to say on, say, a Tuesday "Oh, man, I had a Wednesday").

People are listening.  They GET IT.  I've had friends call me to say "I had the worst day.  Fyre, I had a WEDNESDAY!" and recently I heard a co-worker having a horrible day (Thursday, though it was) shout out "Goddamnit!  What day is it?  Is it Wednesday???"  I'm affecting people.  They DO understand.

As far as I'm concerned, there's really only one redeeming feature of Wednesdays.

Lost.  8pm, ABC

The true irony of it all will be if the day I die just happens to be a Wednesday.  How much you wanna bet...?

~FG };^>