In defense of Monday
As we laughed our way through Amsterdam, one man’s shirt caught my attention.
MONDAY
YOU
BASTARD
Ha. It was Thursday.
I’ve noticed recently that a lot of people approach Monday with a hint of disdain. Sometimes playfully, other times more seriously. Anyway, the shirt marinated in my mind for a few days.
Then, our Eurotrip brought us to Munich during the annual spring festival (Frühlingsfest). Amidst the lederhosen outfits, Weissbier steins, and singing on tables — in this packed beer hall, just as you’d expect from Germany after watching Beerfest — I spotted one singing Sebastian wearing a plain black shirt with white writing that read:
MONDAZE
SUCK
Eloquently said. It was Sunday.
This one marinated as well. So after some morning ritual the next day, I started to write this post given that it is in fact Monday now.
This is getting meta.
Time for us is not as important because we're on vacation, so it became clear that Monday is the victim of constructed routine back home (wherever you might call home).
Monday-bashing is really a view into how people feel about the work week in general. Young working professionals especially share a sort of mellow hatred for work, like it’s just a means to an end.
That’s no way to live.
If you work 50 hours a week, that directly occupies nearly 30% of your life.
Either enjoy what you do or do what you enjoy.
Just as much as I love Saturday, I love Monday. Alright, maybe not just as much, but it isn’t so bad.
Let’s make Monday feel like it’s part of the family.
