The Tyranny of the Weekend

Treat the weekend as you would the weekday and see your life transform

“Master, what is the meaning of life?” Luke asks over dinner.
Yoda looks down at his plate. Then up at Luke.
“The plate, it is. No doubt,” he says, nodding. “The food, the water…” He sniffs the air, his eyes lighting up. “The roast in the oven?” He pauses, “Mmm… yummy, it is.”
Another sniff. A contemplative nod.
“Or perhaps… the toast, if it must be.”

The author asks, ChatGPT replies “I can’t generate an image of Yoda due to copyright restrictions, but I can create an image of a wise, small, green alien creature sniffing the air,”. The author is satisfied; it looks very very similar to the Yoda, but maybe ChatGPT is right, it looks eerily similar to a very wise small green alien as well

We live for two days every week; the rest of the days we do not live, we do not savour, we just survive. Then comes Saturday, our supposed escape. No early alarms, no rushed breakfasts, no packing lunches, no scrambling to meet the needs of our household. For two days, there’s no school, no work. We stay up late, wake up late, have a leisurely brunch, and just as we begin to enjoy it, Sunday evening arrives with a creeping sense of dread — the week looms again.

source https://www.digitalmomblog.com/monday-memes-for-work/

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