3 day weekends feel like a godsend
Relaxing, sleeping in until 9 o'clock (the college girl left in me could cry about that), reading and writing to my heart's content... and it's also summer which means sunshine and water! My favorite things, none of which involve work.
And I like my job, but at the end of the day it's still a JOB. I'm not living my dream yet, which means that I start the week tomorrow on my least favorite day:
The 3-day weekend has had the effect of lulling me into a sort of false sense of security. I've gotten almost used to being able to spend my day however I want again. And it's times like this that I wonder if the long weekend is a blessing or a curse?
On Saturday, the weekend was a blessing. Sunday, blessing. Monday day, BLESSING.
But it's Monday night, and I'm facing Tuesday in the early morning.
So right now?