You know the drill. You might have worked during the week, you’re looking forward to 5 or 6 o’clock pm on a Friday, looking forward to the weekend and then… Monday.
Every single Monday, when I’m at my desk at work, I get at least a handful of people complaining about it, saying that they’re sad that it’s Monday and that they wished it never had come, that the weekends should be longer, that they’re “depressed”. Al I hear is blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
What is it with people always complaining about Mondays? What have Mondays ever done to us in the first place? I mean, is it really that bad that people have to go to work on a Monday? Sure, I would love to have an extra day on the weekend (Friday or Monday, I wouldn’t care which day to be honest), but everyone knows that Monday comes anyway, so why complain about it?
Maybe it is a British thing… I don’t know… Is it? Or do people around the world complain and moan about the same? First of all, I’m thankful that I have a job, so even though I’d rather be at home on a Monday or being somewhere else doing something else, I will never complain about it. I deal with it, that’s it!
I’m happy that Mondays come. To me, that means I have lived or survived another day/night and that I’m alive. Maybe the people that constantly complain about Mondays are unhappy with something in their lives? Or with their lives? I don’t know. All I know is that constantly complaining doesn’t do you or others any good, so that’s why I either say something like “Mondays are great!”, or “Mondays are the new Fridays” to keep me smiling. My work colleagues don’t find that funny – at all. Oh well :).
Hope you all had a great Monday! 😀