TGI ... Not Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday ...
I always enjoy it when I get up early -- once I overcome the painful task of getting out of bed. There's the sun on your face, a sense of accomplishment, a feeling that somehow you are connected with a element of humanity (in fact, the whole animal kingdom) that goes on without you as you sleep.
It affords me the opportunity to get into work early. That's rewarding, too ... and peculiar.
There's a particular culture of the morning work crowd: they've endured rush-hour traffic, they're drinking coffee, their eyes are either fresher or duller depending on how much they might have had to drink the night before. The elevator even smells different.
But perhaps the most-intriguing dynamic I experience about once every few months is the perpetual fixed gaze forward to Friday.
They talk about Friday and really not much else, unless it's Monday and all they can think about is how it shouldn't and couldn't possibly be Monday.
You see, by late morning or lunchtime, they've already talked it out. A good portion of the day is behind them, so any looking back on whether they wanted to make a day of it or any looking forward to Friday is lost in the finish line they see to whatever day other than Friday it is.
Over time, I've managed to come into work early on each of the work days. I've observed fixed system to it, one that surely must be universal.
MONDAY:
"What's happening with you, man?"
"Ohhhhhhhh ... Mun Day."
"Did you have a good weekend?"
"YES!"
"Cool."
TUESDAY:
"Hey, how's it going?"
"Oh man, if I can just get to Wednesday."
"Yeah."
WEDNESDAY:
"Hey ... there."
"Wednesday, you know. Hump day. We're almost there."
"Mmm, hmm."
THURSDAY:
"Hi."
"Jesus! I've had a week that won't quit! You know? What the fuck is up with this place? I come into this pit of despair every goddamn day. And why? For what? Just fucking shoot me, all right? In the head, OK, pal? So it's quick. At least tommorow's Friday."
"I hear you."
FRIDAY:
"Hey, how's it going?"
"Oh, it's Friday."
"I know, right? What are you going to do this weekend?
"Nothing."
I need to get up early more often.
