The days of the week never feel like what the calendar tells me they are. Especially since I work Saturday and Sunday, that makes Monday feel like Saturday.
Isn’t it funny how Monday, whether it be a calendar Monday or the schedule you have that makes Wednesday your Monday, that the Monday syndrome is always there?
Are you confused yet? Welcome to my world.
My Grandmother always wanted to know the day of the week and the date. I’m just not one of those people who really care as long as I am where I am supposed to be – when I am supposed to be there. Oh, and I don’t want to be late. If I’m going to be late, just forget it, I probably will be a no-show. The only thing that’s worse than being late is sitting on the potty and realizing there is a cardboard roll with a few stringy pieces of toilet paper laughing at you.