Saturday Night or Saturday PJs?
The only happiness I get now is on the first of every month. There is no in between.
So is this what they mean by adulting? Wake up all grumpy on a Monday, perhaps every day of the week now, only to wait for a Saturday whose life is as short as a mayfly. I wouldn’t be lying if I say ice melts slower than my weekend. Let me present a brief description of how this post was inspired.
It all started on a Monday, obviously, I was grumpy to join that 9 AM call. Seriously? 9 AM? Only to know that it has been cancelled. I don’t understand why is there a bi-weekly 9 AM call when the office starts at 10.30. You are telling me to wake up first at 9 AM to check if the meeting is there and then go back to sleep if it is not? What about my spicy golgappas and cotton candies I was gorging on in oh so sweet dreams?
Anyway, after slogging all through the day, while simultaneously doing super productive things (whispers: watching youtube videos, Instagram reels and shifting between those same old 3 apps), I finally make it through the day and we come to Tuesday and Wednesday and WOAH Thursday. Let me be very clear. These 3 days of my misery we have skipped with ease are painstakingly slow, wretched and murderous. Our misery can be equivocated with that of a fish out of water. It is uncanny how accurate my description of the feelings of people in corporate are. I speak for myself at least.
Thursday is the day shine and lustre return to my eyes. True sparkles can not just be seen in Pixar’s feature characters but in my eyes too, on Thursdays. Remember the sharp “dirty, tired and paunchy” line Meryl Streep launches in The Devil Wears a Prada? Yup. That! That is exactly what my soul is in the entire week. And voila! It’s Friday. My tired little soul that had some hope of revival is eagerly, warmingly looking towards the clock. The defining moment of the week is the clock striking 6:30. Friday night is the night of joy, contenment and skin care.
Anyway, now that it is Saturday I feel like stabbing myself because I don’t know if it’s the Earth that rotates (or is it revolves?) at lightning speed or is it just me moving around from sofa to bed to balcony to bed again that passes the Saturday so fast that no one, absolutely no one would know when it is Monday again.
Now you ask me what about Sunday. Well, let me tell you one thing. Sunday is like that crush who doesn’t even bother to smile at you. And you sit there with all that glittery eyes but all that happens is you getting crushed by that crush. The end.
Ok, so this was it. Me putting up a little rant wrapped up in some humour. I don’t even know what I did that made Saturday leave me so soon. You couldn’t stay just for a little longer? (Kindly add some more breakup lines to dramatise things up, thanks). Sunday is anyway a dhokebaaz bewafa jhootha pyaar :(
PS: watch this magnificent woman and find yourself someone enchanting just like her who would write songs about you
Thursday specifically is so hard to power through because of the hope you get that weekend is nearby, but at the same time, the realisation that you have one more workday to go through! >:(