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Sunday

I've always loved Sundays.

During school, it was the one day of a week when my parents were at home.

We'd get a chance to do things around the house. Stocking up for the week ahead. Having a special family lunch. A nap after that and visiting family and friends in the evening.

I loved Sundays even more when I started work. Sunday was MY day off. When I could relax and do absolutely anything I wanted to do. Potter around the house, talk on the phone, catch up on all my television viewing and read my books at leisure.

But it's not so anymore. Ever since I switched jobs. I now work weekends and take my offs on Monday.

And it sucks. It throws everything out of schedule. When I'm free to do absolutely anything I want to do, everybody else is going to work.

On the brighter side, I don't have Monday blues anymore.

I just hate Tuesdays now.
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Just call me 'A' said…
We are never satisfied are we :).

sundays for me are about getting up for a nice breakfast, a hearty lunch, a game of tennis or swim or just read a book in the afternoon and an early night. Ah i love Sundays but I hate them too for it means the weekend is done and another Monday :(. I vowed never to join an organization that works on saturdays or the weekend.

I feel so sorry for you :( for missing out on your sunday. change jobs :D
18 May 2009 at 02:39
Anonymous said…
LOL...mondays off...side-effects of being a journalist??? My husband used to have Sunday-monday off to coincide with US times when he was working in Pune. I hated that! Sonehow didnt feel like weekend :)

Love the new look!
18 May 2009 at 13:37
Anonymous said…
As of now,everyday is a Sunday for me ;-)
19 May 2009 at 08:00
SMM said…
I live from Sunday to Sunday
19 May 2009 at 14:11
sanket kambli said…
our boss told us the same concept...of monday off...
we were adamant that we didn't want any such concept...lucky for us..it was never implemented...or else we would have had our share of tuesday blues...
22 May 2009 at 07:23
Anonymous said…
Hey! Delurking to say a hiiiiiiii! :D
LOL at the 'monday-tuesday' blues.
I start having monday blues right from sunday afternoon and it's not a nice feeling! :\
22 May 2009 at 07:51
Gentle Whispers said…
@ A: I wish I could. But aside from the sucky timings,the job is pretty nice.

@ Homecooked: That's the only thing I hate about being a journalist. You rarely get to have much of a life.

@ Lostonthestreet: Sigh, can we please exchange lives.

@ SMM: I live from Monday to Monday

@ Sankooba: It's a rotational off here. So we all have our fixed days.

@ Swat: Hey! It's nice to see you here. I know what you mean. I simply dread knowing that I have to go to work again the next day.
2 June 2009 at 13:08
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