Eunice’s Daychart By Color
It is Saturday…finally! Woohoo! Three cheers for the hot hoochie mama day of the week! I’m lounging here in my sunny living room pondering over The Pink Panther movie that I had chanced to watch last night. It was quivering on a thin line of being a complete farce and a complete success. See what movies tell about the human nature? Humans are perverse in a sense that while they strive their hardest to be far from stupid, stupidity in others amuses them silly so much so that they pay the equivalent of a Chocolate Ice Blend in Starbucks to crowd in a darkened room full of people and laugh their heads off over a Hitler-look alike being unable to pronounce the word ‘hamburger’, not once, but a few gazillion times. Okay, so I was one of those who laughed the loudest…haw haw haw. Who am I kidding? I loved the movie, farce and all. Pink Panther rocks!
Anyway, since there is nothing else to do but to loiter around and ponder more on the little mockeries in life (and thank god for that), here’s a tribute to the days of days, in Eunice philosophy.
Black Mondays – the day of the week when your engines just so completely feel like malfunctioning. Ever seen how an old car fails to start after a while of not being driven? That’s Mondays for me. I simply kill myself trying to ignite my sparkplugs on this day. Sometimes, I even need to be jumpstarted. Wreakkkkk.
Gray Tuesdays – the day of the week when you’re getting somewhere with your work…getting there, getting there, but still, not quite. Thus, you sit in the gray box of being neither here nor there.
Wednesday blues – the day of the week when you’re stuck between anticipation for the weekend and apprehension for the week that had just begun. At one hand, especially if you’re having a bad week, you know at the back of your head that, my goodness, lord have mercy, you’re just half way through. Gee whiz. On the other hand, you could also choose to tell yourself, you have made it halfway through, so what’s the remainder of the journey? Wednesdays are so blue and lukewarm. Sigh.
Green Thursdays – you get into the mood for work somehow, someway and after kicking yourself in the arse for wasting half the week in useless contemplation, you pull up your socks and dive headlong into the pile of work and bite each action item by the neck one by one. Arrgghhhhrow..
Friday…what color is Friday now? Friday is … pink…for almost being there for three quarters of the day, but not quite until the very last minute… On Fridays, you suffer the anticipation in waiting for the weekend to come, itching, itching and counting every milliseconds of work until the hands of the clock read 5.30 and you can rush on home to boogie the night away. Haha. Okay, I’m exaggerating. Told you I am every inch the drama queen.
Saturdays are definitely red hot. Saturdays are by far the best days in the week, don’t you think? Saturdays…ahhh…bliss. Despite getting insomnia after a late night out, Saturdays are just wonderful, as you bask in the beauty of nothingness and give yourself that much needed break after a week of hard work. It is the only day of the week your brain can malfunction without risking you a heart attack when it comes to damage control. It is also the day when you have absolutely nothing to do and you sit in front of your laptop and come up with hare-brained ideas like this entry.
Sundays… sigh…on Sundays you just die at the thought of having to drag yourself up the next morning and on to work again. Or if you’re optimistic enough, you clear your page of life and start afresh with a new beginning, revitalized. So Sundays, I suppose would have to be white, in preparation to be colored in the days that would follow.
I should shoot myself for making me sound like such a stereotypical pessimist. (If my boss doesn’t get there first.) ;p
