Let’s be honest. The week starts fine. Monday is manic, Tuesday is just… there. But then comes the long, dark tea-time of the soul known as “Mid-Week to Pre-Friday”. It’s a struggle. It’s a journey. It’s basically the 5 stages of grief, repeated weekly.
1. Denial
It’s only Wednesday? That can’t be right. I’ve been working for at least 84 years this week. Surely my calendar is broken. Maybe if I refresh it enough times, it will say Friday.
2. Anger
Why did I agree to that 4 PM meeting on a Thursday? Who invented the 5-day work week? I want names. I want to speak to the manager of capitalism.
3. Bargaining
“If I finish this report in the next hour, I promise I won’t complain about the coffee for a whole week.” You start making deals with the universe just to make the clock move faster.
4. Depression
The realization sets in. You are here. You are sitting in this chair. And Friday is still approximately 17,000 hours away. The despair is real. The snacks are gone.
5. Acceptance (and Anticipation!)
Finally. The clock strikes 5 PM on Thursday. You realize Friday is tomorrow. The weekend is within reach! We can do this! Just one more sleep!
Hang in there, corporate warriors. The weekend is coming.