Every fucking Friday, my co-workers become so jovial, kind and in good spirits at work. Come Monday, you bastards pull a complete jekyll and hyde and turn into a bunch of phonies and nasty rude fuckers. You ain’t foolin’ no one. I know you are all jerks, you are just nice on Fridays because you’re excited for the weekend. Come monday you’ll be your old selves again. —Captain Obvious
This article appears in Nov 13-19, 2014.
Does anyone know if, in their current War on Science, the Harper Government have slashed funding to the Royal Canadian Institute for Figuring Out The Painfully Apparent?
Because I sure hope not.
That’s what Mondays and Fridays are for. Get with the program.
OB, if your co-workers are as moody as you depict then maybe you need to find a new job or assignment or even change to a new profession. I’ve had jobs where I was perfectly contented (maybe even enthusiastic) to go to work on Monday mornings and others where I would have preferred to slip into a warm bath with a toaster in my hands. It usually came down to being part of a good team with a good manager.
Maybe it’s time for you to look around for a new gig.
JERKS ON MONDAY
“You ain’t foolin’ no one. I know you are all jerks, you are just nice on Fridays because you’re excited for the weekend. Come monday you’ll be your old selves again.” Captain Obvious
Do you see a pattern here? If they are all “jerks” and are just nice on Fridays it’s obvious. They are excited for the weekend because they won’t be seeing you. However, come Monday, they will be seeing you and become “jerks” once again. Do you see the pattern? Do you? There’s the lad.
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A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Exactly what’s wrong with jekyll and hyde, per se?
Monday suck… because generally the only people who truly like going to their jobs are the ones already rich enough that they don’t really need to. I know if I had a cool mil in the bank I’d be doing what I actually enjoy and definitely not what I do now.
Wanting to get a couple days away from the dreary hellscape of work seems like a valid reason to be a little more chipper on a Friday.
I don’t know, I get what you’re saying Z, and I definitely agree that I would rather do a job that I enjoyed than one that I hated (I guess that’s pretty obvious). But if I had millions of dollars in the bank, part of me feels like I wouldn’t appreciate anything. I wouldn’t really be working for anything. I have an apartment with nice things in it and those nice things mean something to me because I earned them. If I could just go in to any store and get whatever I wanted, that would be pretty cool at first but I feel like the novelty would wear off pretty quickly. Though never having to worry about living expenses would be pretty damn sweet.
Two months ago I walked out of a hellish job without giving 2 weeks notice and now work at a job that is meh but I’ve also registered to go back to school in January – best thing I ever did for myself was to say fuck you to that shitty work environment. My advice OB – save up enough to live for 2 or 3 months and quit. Take 2 weeks vacation and then start looking for work. You’ll still have time to be a little picky and might end up doing something that isn’t quite so shitty. I gave up a 9-5, mon-fri and have 0 regrets.
Out of curiosity, Hoyst, what is your new career going to be?
you spend too much time working to be doing something you hate. all jobs have some crap attached, but you should be getting some satisfaction every day or its a bad fit. gotta have those fist pumping moments when you can say ‘ I did that!’ whether its open heart surgery or balancing 3 plates in one hand or signing up 10 new customers for cell service. a job well done is a satisfying thing.
I agree with hoyst about the million. altho I would prefer 20 million so that money could really make an impact. I would keep working at what I do, because it can be so emotionally rewarding, but I would hire my accountant daughter to oversee a bloody good foundation for all that moolah.
I think I’d rather do a job I hated where I got a pay cheque than sit a home and collecting welfare…
I’ll be taking I.T., Angel.
Maybe they drink on Fridays, but don’t tell you, OP?