So its Monday, the day that inevitably rolls around every week. Just the name "Monday" evokes emotions ranging from quiet frustration to felonious rage. And as such, there is no shortage of those fellow beings who trample the quiet solitude of a blessed sunrise with outrage and general dissatisfaction.
I take personal umbrage at those disharmonious wailings. I love Mondays. Mornings in general are a time to take in the day ahead, come what may. Opportunites lie in wait, not revealing their faces so cleverly shrouded in the soon-to-be. Monday is much the same, but on a much broader scale. It looks forward to any number of days, up to the next Monday, of course. Monday would never disrespect itself! To take in a week in advance, what a blessing! Just think of everything that has happened over the past seven days. Yes, there were bumps in the road, but what Monday offered was an opportunity to set a course and face those bumps with the steely determination of a champion!
But, sadly, for many, that never happens. Monday becomes a begrudging necessity, a buzzing sound in the amplifier of life, a viscous sludge one must navigate to get to Tuesday. What loss! Dare I say, without man's invention of coffee, Monday might have become a national day of perpetual mourning. The crying of tears, the gnashing of teeth, hissing, clawing attitudes of Mondays truly makes one want to dissociate one's person from life itself, for at least a 16-hour period. (The last 8 hours are generally spent sleeping: either with the complainer not complaining, or me not hearing.)
What we need is a solution to Monday. An answer to the quandary that brings all things bright and beautiful to a screeching halt once a week. And I have the answer!
Now, I have no great respect for the unions of today. Large, unwieldy, much like the puppet government they resemble and support. I will not, however, take away all the good they have accomplished in their history: limiting work weeks, benefits for the little guy, child labor laws, etcetera, etcetera, et al, amen. The establishment of a forty-hour work week brought great prosperity to the heart of this great nation, allowing individuals to add "quality time" to their lives, thus making them more productive workers, not to mention the institution of the concept of "weekend". This "weekend" not only allowed workers to be home more often with their families, thus keeping the homesteads in greater peace and harmony, it also instituted new traditions like weekend camping, Saturday morning cleaning, and Friday night drinking binges. But basically, one can also define "weekend" as "non-employment". Though there may be work to do at home, it isn't for one's employer, and thus doesn't qualify for the title of "work", or egregious bemoaning.
Weekends are fun. Work is not. Weekends are relaxing. Work is stressful. I could go on, but you get my point. So its no surprise that when Monday morning rolls around, many would don the apparel of recalcitrance. My solution: Eliminate Weekends! With weekends out of the way, there would be no stoppage of work. When Monday rolls around, it would be like every other day. A day to get up and go to work. There would be no emotional let-down. No weekend to miss. No difference between the fun that was just had and the work directly ahead. Monday could be like every other day, and thus the elimination of Monday-hating. Of course, the hatred would find other avenues, like increased-workload hating, or my-homelife-is-falling-apart hating, and we would develop a yearning for things like weekends, and even that blessed Monday morning so unequivocally despised.
Or, we could just wake up Monday morning, grateful that we had the opportunity to rest for a few days, grateful that we have a job to work, grateful that we have one more day to live and grow. Its your choice, and in the end, that's what it comes down to.
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