The Terrible Tuesdays

It happens every week. Unfortunately.

The weekend comes and goes in a poof of alcohol-tinged haze. Then you’re jarred awake by “Just Another Manic Monday” and spend the first day of the work week rolling on by like a puppet on a conveyor belt.

And then.

And then. You do your laundry, watch Gossip Girl, tidy up your apartment, and hit the sack. But instead of nice Sunday-night dreams - dreams filled with Don Draper and Hank Moody - you have Tuesday evening nightmares.

You can’t even fantasize about Chuck Bass or Evan Chambers because all you can think about, all that encompasses your sad little mind, is the dread of the terrible Tuesday that lies ahead.

What is it about that stupid, insipid second day of the work week? Does anyone else feel this way? Tuesday is the most idiotic, worthless day of the week. Pointless. Senseless. Cringe-inducing.

Mondays suck because, well, it’s Monday. It’s gonna suck regardless. But once that initial alarm-clock-band-aid is ripped off, it’s somewhat smooth sailing until 5pm.

And it doesn’t hurt that there is all that good TV to look forward to!

Wednesday is Hump Day - halfway to Friday, hallelujah. Also a good night for television. It’s Ladies Night at a whole bunch of places - ah hem, Off the Wagon. AND, if you’re feeling smart, a plethora of bars host trivia on Wednesdays.

Thursday is perhaps my favorite day. There’s just one day of work left - and fortunately it’s a casual one. There’s happy hour and gallery openings galore. Or, should you choose to forego the beverages, Thursday night programming is top notch.
In fact, if it weren’t for Mad Men, I think Thursday would be my most beloved TV day. And that is saying a lot.

Friday is, well, Friday. That’s a no-brainer. The work week horizon has finally come into focus. Oh yeah. You can see it. It’s there.

Then it’s going, going, gone and you’re OFF to start the weekend.

Beer me.

Saturday and Sunday are devoted to brunching, shopping, gyming (in the very rare case that my body does not feel like it has been hit by a Mack Truck), moviegoing, museuming, park galavanting - you get the point.

Every day of the week has something to offer except Tuesday. It is, by far, the weakest link in the seven-day-chain.

What’s the point of Tuesday? I don’t understand the need for its existence. There is nothing worse than waking up on Tuesday morning and dreading that full day of faux detention.

That feeling like you’re going to be at the dentist all day long getting cavities filled. Or that you have to spend eight hours in a candy store and can’t eat a single thing.

Yesterday wasn’t so very bad. We lucky Penguin ducks had Columbus Day off so Tuesday seemed more like Monday. I did laundry. Caught up on a bunch of DVRed shows. I make-believed it was Monday. 
 
But I am over the moon that today is Wednesday.

This week, at least, I can pretend Tuesday never happened. Sigh.