Tell it to the cleaning lady on Monday. Because you'll be dust on Monday. Because I'll be pulverizing you sometime over the weekend. And the cleaning lady... cleans up... dust. She dusts. And she has weekends off, so... Monday. Right?
I'm pretty much a 9-to-5 kind of guy. I usually get to work about 8 in the morning, and I work until 4 or 5, and sometimes I work on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Pretty much I keep the same hours as an accountant or clerk or whatever.
I hate Mondays - I hate that feeling you've got to get yourself up.
I won and I get to scream and jump a little. But I got to go back to work tomorrow.
Tell me why...... I don't like Mondays.
Some days felt longer than other days. Some days felt like two whole days. Unfortunately those days were never weekend days. Our Saturdays and Sundays passed in half the time of a normal workday. In other words, some weeks it felt like we worked ten straight days and had only one day off.
I love Wednesdays.
I love weekends. Just like everyone else, I get to rest on weekends and go out with friends. I hate Mondays.
Mondays are the potholes in the road of life.
Mondays are a good day to make statements, not Friday.
All this science I don't understand, it's just my job five days a week.
If you had to work 14 hour days, Mondays to Fridays, then you have to keep Saturdays and Sundays sacred.
Most of us spend the first six days of each week sowing wild oats; then we go to church on Sunday and pray for a crop failure.
This is Sunday, and the question arises, what'll I start tomorrow?
I really enjoy spending Sunday evenings with friends, because Sunday evenings are always frightening. You are obsessed by the fact that you are working again the next day. And sometimes you get the blues.
I suppose my professional life can be split into writing books that all sound like infomercial products, most notably 'The 4-Hour Workweek,' and then tech investing.
Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.
