And so, Day Off became Day On. “Getting things done” was now my self-imposed goal
I’m a fair and reliable worker who’s been at the same job for ten years. I don’t do Water Cooler Conversations, and I’m (hopefully) viewed as an asset. That’s why I think my boss granted me this weekly day off.
It was a biggie, but a bonus I readily anticipated. Heading out to work on Wednesdays was no longer on the day’s schedule. Getting breakfast from my sister with a handwritten note welcoming me to the club totally was. (Yup, Wednesdays are also her day off.)
Wednesday is a good day. It’s not Monday or Tuesday, which are too close to the beginning of the week. It’s not Thursday, a day I have to get cooking done. Or Friday, when I have to transform the house into Shabbos mode.
But I wasn’t prepared for the comments: “So you’re gonna be able to get things done in style! What are you going to accomplish?” and “What are you going to do on your day off?”
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