Happy Hump Day!

When I first heard this expression I quickly associated it with something totally different than what it really means. Knowing what it represents I must say whoever coined the phrase got the day wrong. For me Monday is the real hump day. After two days of doing nothing, getting up for work Monday morning is the real challenge. Once Monday is done with, the entire process of getting up, going to work and going back home quickly becomes an automatic response with no real thought required, except for those days I try to come up with a believable excuse for not going to work.

Mentioning the weekend in the middle of the week just prolongs the day and at particularly bad times, it prolongs the entire week. It points out the fact that there is something better just ahead; something better than staring at a computer screen for 7 hours a day as if no one was already aware of the better days ahead. Something that gets closer each minute but every time one turns around to grab it that something seems further away.

So I say to you, as my day seems like an eternal sentence in purgatory, happy hump day, the weekend is only two very long days away. The weekend that will seem more like 2 hours than two days. And then we will "punch in punch out, go to work and go back home" (lyrics from Seven Mary Three's song Punch In Punch Out) for another five days.