Look at me, sitting in work cubicle, trying to be motivate to start the work. ends up in this webnovel again.
Today is saturday. As i work 6 days a week, and only have to work half day in weekend, this is some confusing thing to me. If i said its bad, its not really bad. Office is always have around 1-2 people in here, majority workers are only have 5 days work, including the bosses. so its not really bad right, the feeling that you are the owner of this company because nobody can nag at you. But, if i said that its good, its not. I mean, it's weekend. Dude. Nobody show up at weekend.
So, the day is good or bad, depend on my mood, whether i want to be separate from my beloved bed or not that day.
Speaking of days, people always says that they hate monday. Let me tell you, the one that said this is not really hating the day (surprise, surprise), but just hate their life. Whether its about work, school, or just life in general. Surprisingly, although sometimes i hate my work, i do not hate the day. Except, when my clothes are all in laundry and it hasn't dry yet so i don't have anything to wear except some clothes with funny smell because of it was trapped in your cabinet long enough.
if i have to choose a day to hate, i'd choose sunday. You know, that feeling that you can be lazy and lay around your bad and do anything and play games all day but as the time pass you get scared of the incoming responsibilty and will hinder your enjoyment and in the end, you've enjoy nothing.
See? that's sunday for you.