I Hate Holidays!

Not THE holidays, but those random days off from work in remembrance of something or some person.

What used to be a legitimate reason for a thrilling 3-day weekend, has now become at this point in my life a pain in the neck. All because of WORK - that four letter word we know, we all need, and we all privately hate.

In my existence, a holiday falling in a week means less time to complete a week's worth of work.

Excuse me! After these past 4 days, I need another holiday from WORK!

But, then I'd have to kill myself again.

How does this make sense? Can someone explain it to me? Is this Bizzaro World?

I'd rather work 5 days than have this reality.

Well...

almost...

I mean, I do like getting to sleep-in an extra day.

And, when I work so hard to get everything done in 4 days instead of 5, I fall asleep in the couch at 7pm, so that's almost like getting extra time to sleep-in.

Eureka! Problem solved. It's just my perspective that has to change, not the calendar.

I feel much better now.

P.S.

Of course, drinking wine on Friday night when I actually can sleep-in tomorrow is the best reality of all! Cheers!