Well, another weekend has come and gone. When I was younger, I loved the weekends. I used to look forward to the weekend because Saturdays and Sundays were the two days in the week where I was guaranteed a reprieve from the arduous toil that was state-mandated education. This situation is now a thing of the past, unfortunately. When I realized that money was necessary to do life’s most basic of activities (such as eating, movie and video game renting, and driving), I had to sacrifice my Saturdays and Sundays to the yoke of employment, a set of fetters against which I still struggle today. In one of my life’s defining juxtapositions, my Saturdays and Sundays are no longer days of idyllic sloth. Now, they are the two days of the week where I work the most. When I was younger, I loved the weekends. Now, I hate them. In fact, I can’t really think of a day of the week I look forward to. I have to work every day. I have school five days a week. With the exception of Saturdays, I have no evenings available to unwind and enjoy my fleeting youth. People envy me because of the flexibility my job affords me. If they knew how detrimental the job has been to my disposition, they may rethink harboring avaricious feelings toward me. [Why anyone would envy me to begin with is beyond me.] I am worn out. I need a break.
–Post over, Mikey out.