I always have mixed feelings come Wednesdays, with regards going to work and actually spending eight hours or more in the office. Mondays and Tuesdays are definitely the most boring, longest days of a five-day workweek. Thursdays and Fridays are the most anticipated days for it spells the end of a weeklong agony called work.

Third day of the week is the most atypical; for it is neither the day to look forward to nor the day you wish wouldn’t come. This day is like a half – filled glass of water, it depends on the person looking how he perceive it; half – full or half – empty. I’m still undecided come Wednesdays whether it is:

• Only two days to go before Friday; or
  
  
• Still two days to go before Friday.
  

It’s not like that I actually hate this day, or I’m quite anxious for it to come either. Oftentimes during Wednesdays, I wished that its already weekend but there’s still or only two days to go before I could finally say I had a long or a short week. This doesn’t make sense, does it? Can’t I just work and make myself productive at work and not worry about the days of the days ahead or had gone? I guess I should, for there’s still one good thing to look forward to everyday, Wednesdays or not – end of shift.