Sunday Is The Cruelest Day
I hate Sundays.
While most people hate Monday because it marks the beginning of the work week, I enjoy Monday. From Monday to Friday I am busy -- working, reading, school, &c. -- and Saturday is devoted to spending time at church with friends, keeping busy again. But Sunday, oh Bloody Sunday just sits there, dull, stolid, lollygagging. I never accomplish anything on a Sunday other than moping around the house all day, thinking about thinking about doing something. Even when I work on Sunday--almost every week--at Chapters I am scheduled for a 4 to 9:30 shift. So I end up dawdling, or worrying for most the day about trifling matters (this morning: repulsed by the grime on the stove and sink, I scrubbed it clean) to kill time. While this cleaning spat would seem like an accomplishment, it's like cooking in this house: a mediocre, necessary evil.
Why is Sunday the cruelest day of the week?
While most people hate Monday because it marks the beginning of the work week, I enjoy Monday. From Monday to Friday I am busy -- working, reading, school, &c. -- and Saturday is devoted to spending time at church with friends, keeping busy again. But Sunday, oh Bloody Sunday just sits there, dull, stolid, lollygagging. I never accomplish anything on a Sunday other than moping around the house all day, thinking about thinking about doing something. Even when I work on Sunday--almost every week--at Chapters I am scheduled for a 4 to 9:30 shift. So I end up dawdling, or worrying for most the day about trifling matters (this morning: repulsed by the grime on the stove and sink, I scrubbed it clean) to kill time. While this cleaning spat would seem like an accomplishment, it's like cooking in this house: a mediocre, necessary evil.
Why is Sunday the cruelest day of the week?
posted by Davyth | 1:06 PM
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