Skip to main content

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.

Comments

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
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!
Anonymous said…
As of now,everyday is a Sunday for me ;-)
SMM said…
I live from Sunday to Sunday
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...
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! :\
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.

Popular posts from this blog

The one with all the food

While I've already done the Happiness is tag once before, I've had food on my mind an awful lot lately. I'm comfort-eating myself all the way to obesity, but I just can't bring myself to care somehow. Anyhoo, Happiness is.. A steaming cup of tea and Parle G biscuits Brun maska and chai Cheese maggi (Double points if it's eaten in a ramshackle hut in the middle of nowhere in Ladakh) Fresh off the tawa alu ka parathas dripping with butter Mutton and cheese burger from Bembos Fiery Mangalorean sorpotel and sannas Tibetan momos from Dharamsala Mashed potatoes with salt, pepper and butter Candies classic roasted chicken Biryani made with fragrant rice and melt-in-the-mouth mutton Cheesy bhajji with warm buttery pav Paya soup from Bara Handi nalli marke Blueberry cheesecake A jar of Nutella and a big spoon Hot McDonalds' french fries sprinkled liberally with salt Rajma-chawal and fried fish Reese peanut butter cups Mangalorean chicken curry and panpoles/Neer dosas Ch...

Remembering Avanti

Day before yesterday, on the 8th of November 2008, Avanti Desai would have turned 21. Instead 15 days before her birthday, as she hurried home to celebrate her grandmother's birthday, Avanti met with a train accident at Jogeshwari station. Just like that. Gone from our lives forever. Leaving behind a huge void and the world a lot more gloomier. And when I got the call first thing in the morning, I couldn't believe it. I thought it was a cruel sadistic joke, but as the calls kept coming in, I realised it was true. Even at the cemetary,, it still hadn't sunk in that Avanti was no longer here. The worst moment though was watching her disappear into the crematorium, it was horrible and I couldn't believe we were leaving her there, and through the next couple of hours all I could think of was of her going up in smoke while we stood there in the bright sunshine. It seemed incomprehensible at first, to think of Avanti as dead, to talk about her in the past tense, to get...

The Roaring Twenties

So here I am on the eve of my 30th birthday, my very last day of being 29, just about 4 hours left of being a twenty-something. A couple of years ago, I remember snidely chuckling away to myself, when a favourite blogger of mine turned 30, believing that it was so far away, it could never touch me. I'm regretting that now. And to be honest, I thought I would be okay, I really honestly truly believed that I would be greeting this new decade with a casual insouciance and indifference that would normally be characteristic for me, but I'm not. I'm terrified of how quickly my twenties have zoomed by and how little I've accomplished and perhaps that is what is upsetting me. On the cusp of another decade on this planet, well, I feel like a bit of a failure. No, scratch that, I feel majorly like a failure. I'm drowning in self-pity and anguish at wasted opportunities, at thrown-away chances, at my inherent laziness and procrastination, at my never-ending ability to p...