Why Thursday's Suck

2004-04-29T18:14:22Z

So it's late in the day on a Thursday here in sunny old Michigan. I say sunny because today it actually is. It's 70+ degrees and is a beautiful day out. Of course, it snowed two days ago. That's what you get with Michigan weather baby. Anyhow, on to the subject at hand...Thursdays. I've joined a world wide organization for work called "BNI." It stands for Business Networking International, and it is meant to be a place where business people will network and refer business back and forth. It actually works very well and I for the most part I even like the people in my chapter; however, the hitch is that it meets every Thursday at 6:45am. Now, I've worked many a job that has required me to be in to work at ungodly hours (the ones that come before 9:00am) and I've easily gotten used to that kind of a schedule. My body seems to be odd in that I don't go to bed early for these types of jobs...I just require less sleep suddenly. I'm not sure why or how this happens, but it does. It must be a mental thing. Anyhow, what sucks about this is that I don't have to do it every day, but I DO have to do it regularly. It's a bitch getting used to this kind of a schedule and honestly I'd rather that I have to wake up every single day that early, or never.
So, every Thursday, right around this time of day I get tired and anxious. I feel like I've been at work for a full day (and I have!) and I'm not in any mood to do any work. What further pushes these feelings is the fact that my golf league has started up and plays (guess when!) Thursday evenings. Anyhow, long story short I'm always tired on Friday's now and never feel like doing anything Friday nights...and it's all Thursday's fault. That my friends is why Thursdays suck.
Mobius

Well here I am-

2004-04-27T14:17:46Z

Hello to whomever may read this. I assume some of you will be friends or family and some of you will be strangers. In any case, welcome to one and all and enjoy the private visions of my mind...or the lack thereof. I think I'll start with a little about myself. I am 29 years old (today anyhow) and will be turning 30 on May 12th. 30 is suppossed to be a tough birthday but I think I am going to handle it well...but who knows, I didn't enjoy 25 all that much. In any case, I've got the impending sense of growing up. This feeling is compounded by my "real life" activities, and while 99% of me enjoys this growing pain, there is a small portion of me wondering if this is all such a good idea. In "real life" I am a banker. I wasn't born a banker by any stretch of the imagination. In reality, I wasn't one of those kids who knew what he wanted to do when I "grew up," rather I wanted to do everything. I wanted to be a doctor, lawyer, teacher, author, muscician, computer programer, President of the US, and a sorte of other careers. I still think I'd make a great lawyer because I specialize in meaningless debates, and my burning desire remains becoming a successful author. We'll see about that one ever coming to fruition! In any case a banker I somehow became and eight promotions later found out I am pretty damn good at it. I can't say I love it...but few and far between are the people that absolutely love their jobs. So this tangent has gone on long enough, suffice it to say that my present career is not exactly one that facilitates the Peter Pan syndrome. The next impending sign of age came with a set of simple words. These words came in a distinct and precise order that went as follows: "Will you marry me?" "I do" "I'm pregnant." Now let me point out that I absolutely love my wife and am completely thrilled with the idea of becoming a parent. This was not an "oops" baby, but was a planned event. Regardless of these positive feelings and desires, I can't help but think of a scene from the movie "Just Married." I got snookered into watching this but found it actually amusing. One particular part stuck out to me as the main characters (Ashton Kutcher and Britney Murphy) were reflecting on their dreams as children. Britney says something to the effect of "Didn't you always dream of your wedding day when you were a child!?" Ashton reflects back to his youth when he and a friend were swordfighting with Star Wars light sabers locked soundly between their legs and being used as laser phalluses. The point to this thought is that as a child, other children were playthings, not dependents.
Ok, time for a paragraph. I place it mostly because my thought process runs into a break, so I figure it's time to put one in the journal as well. This whole journal thing will likely be a good idea, and I'm bound to write quite a bit each time, but I'm by nature (or character?) bad at establishing habits. It's rare that I will take something and work it to fruition. I'm sure there's a psychological reason for this, but I don't really care. Regardless, I am sure that it's the reason I haven't ever finished stories I've wanted to write. I have fine ideas and a decent talent for expressing myself, but a few pages in I get bored and move on. Pretty typical actually. Throughout my life I've had a number of things I are important to me that I don't finish. I barely finished college, and only because of pride did I actually end. I had given up 1 class shy of greduation. I didn't finish attaining Eagle in the boy scouts. This sounds normal since Eagle is tough, but again I was 1 requirement shy. To be honest, this trait extends into the little things as well. I won't eat the last bite of a sandwich or hamburger (don't ask me why!) and I won't drink the last bit of a gallon of milk or a liter of soda.
So I had a thought that I am sure is wrong, but at the same time is a connection that I will conclude with. Perhaps my aversion to "growing up" (or growing old as the case may be) and my aversion to completing things are linked. In fact, perhaps I have a inherent fear of a concept I will call "the end." This is not the same as death, because my beliefs and philosphy on death will come later, but is perhaps more simplistic. I just don't like to accept the concept of all good things must come to an end. If these good things are as complicated as my youth, or as simple asa Big Mac. My mind doesn't like to accept the endings of the event. Oh well, time to work on that issue in one way or another. To start, this journal entry is done.
Mobius

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Why Thursday's Suck

Well here I am-