The cumulative effects of a week can make you sour.
My own experience is that by Friday of a work week I can be super irritable. But the weekend can erase my bad mood.
As long as I get some time off, I can be fine by Monday. Are you the same? You just need some time with fewer obligations, and then you’re amiable again?
And Mondays aren’t really all that bad. They’re dreaded because they’re the beginning of five days of trudging through the sludge. If you weekend right, you can actually be in a good mood on Monday morning.
You may have different work than I do, but it helps sometimes to hear about other people’s troubles, so I’ll tell you mine. Like listening to the Blues; you feel better by comparison.
My job is to follow the elephants around with a bucket and a shovel.
I have a “gas mask”—it’s my T-shirt, which I pull up over my mouth and nose.
I wear rubber boots so I don’t go wading through anything offensive. Or at least I don’t collect anything that can’t be hosed off easily.
That’s not all I do. I help set up the giant tents. Nothing less than physical labor. It can be satisfying, no doubt, to see the tents when they’re standing tall, waving flags from their every corner, to see that I’ve put up something to help other people.
I used to get sad that it’s all so temporary. I wished people could get their entertainment all the time, have their worries washed away continually.
Of course, if it happened that way, would your senses be dulled to the entertainment? Would entertainment continue to be a relief if you had it all day every day?
I’m thinking, with too much entertainment, you’d yearn for something to do, something more labor intensive, some sort of change of scenery and change of venue.
Even though my work is rough and I’d love more relief from it, I think limiting the time off makes the time off that much more sweet.