What makes a Friday Good?

 

 

In the working world, one is accustomed to hearing the phrase, “Happy Friday” during a meeting, no matter how mundane. It’s their way of adding some theatricality to the painfully routine. This led to the "happy Monday" disease, where simply being sentient was cause for public celebration. 

 

Too bad the pandemic changed things. Fridays used to be refuges, life rafts at the end of a long, arduous week. Then came the hybrid model and what was once a working day turned into a quasi-weekend. Full of long, luxurious lunches and poor, pitiful excuses. 

 

Good Fridays became bad Fridays, when they should’ve been great. Everyone got greedy, easing into the weekend, one automatic email reply at a time. 

 

When I think about it, a good Friday is starting to sound lot like a typical Saturday.